But I drank in the long view too, especially of the Royce-Bald Range to the east of the Carter-Moriah Ridge. Smaller mountains in a relatively wild area, they are seldom seen from White Mountain peaks, hiding behind the higher Carters. Looking off to the east and south, I could see the Baldface Circle, the mountains of Jackson, the fields near the Eagle Mountain House where we spent the night.
Two days in a row of hiking, almost 19 miles, over 6,000 feet of elevation work, my legs are tired this morning, but my feet have stopped screaming. I need new boots. I need to plant beets and swiss chard today, getting the fall crop in. Get the seeds in, reap the vegetables as the days grow shorter and cooler. The short view and the long view, when we see what is right in front of us, what arises in the distance is just another view.