In the land of the Giants
witnessing Hardrock 100, one week before Ouray 100.
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Full of coffee.
Full of love.
Next week it will be my turn to wander.
To explore this mythical place.
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In the land of the Giants.
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They stand indifferent to your plans.
Behemoths, of mineral and stone.
Celestial in their disposition.
Fortresses of solitude.
They are themselves the barrier to entry.
An inaccessibility, for most.
A proving ground, for few.
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Come with intention.
Bring with you, patience.
Come prepared.
Come humble.
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Ready?
to partake.
to ascend.
to descend.
to imagine, riches.
to feel, everything.
Feel, the whole spectrum.
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Too romantic?
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Perhaps.
Perhaps, not.
Isn’t that what we are here for?
to speculate.
to dig.
to mine.
Mine that claim.
That claim, deep between the ears.
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Why be here?
if not to explore, the inner and outer landscape.
if not to expose, the soul.
if not to express yourself, fully.
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In the land of the Giants.
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My time is coming.
For now,
Happy to witness.
Those purveyors of the unknown.
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Hardrockers.
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What to say?
They are different.
There is a look.
A hardness.
A knowing.
Dig deep enough,
for long enough,
you’ll find something.
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Slowly.
Patiently.
Painfully.
I watch them dig.
I watch them extract every ounce.
And yet, they keep digging.
God, what a place!
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In the land of the Giants.
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People of Hardrock, are different.
They dig, foot by foot.
Slowly, exposing their souls.
That silver lining.
They get it.
Not about extracting from the mountain.
More about, what the mountain can extract - from them.
A different kind of miner.
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Out here.
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In the land of the Giants.