The Challenge: “If you had 24 hours to live …” – in black-and-white
For me, the answer was easy!:
I would follow my heart to Telegraph Mountain, to explore again the familiar crags and peaks, and rugged canyons running down to the high desert.
I would climb to the top and look out once more across the vast expanse of the mountain itself — then further – across Butte Valley, the Butte Mountains, all the way to the Rubies to the west, and the Egan and Cherry Creek Ranges to the northeast. I would climb higher still – to see Steptoe Valley and the Schell Creek Mountains that disappear into the southeastern horizon.
I would talk to the deer and the elk, and the wild horses that roam the foothills. (May I not live to see the day of no mustangs on this land!)
I would drink from pristene springs, and sing along with the perpetual song of the creeks, rushing to find the desert.
If my last hours should happen to be in Fall, I would pick wild berries and pinon nuts. I would eat my fill beneath the quakies without care for tomorrow’s consequences.
Up there, I can see the whole wild world, much as it looked a century ago. Up there in the Wilderness, the cares of Humanity are far away. All is peace.
Let my last act be a shutter-click lightning-strike: a crack through which my spirit may slip from this world to the next. Let my last word be “Freedom!”