Epaulet Mountain - A Remote Sanctuary
I've been here before, up at the top of Mount Evans Road. But on this day, I'm not sure which way to go. Wasting no more time, I've made up my mind. It's Epaulet Mountain that I'm going to climb. Here I go again on my own.
In the shadow of Evans and Bierstadt, Epaulet is a humble hill that's always been outshone. During this lonely trek of dreams, I'm miles above treeline and totally alone. Across the way there's lovely Rosalie. Pointed peaks pierce the sky like remote islands in a vast, blue sea.
After a solitary scramble to the summit, the extraordinary view is impossible to measure. Hiking the natural pathway out to a farther point is an absolute pleasure. Overlooking a deep abyss of solitude, it's a remote sanctuary where I've gone. I'll keep searching for an answer. Oh Lord, I pray you give me the strength to carry on.
|I've been here before|
|Not sure which way to go|
|Mount Bierstadt and Evans|
|Above treeline all alone|
|Lovely Rosalie is across the way|
|Islands in a vast, blue sea|
|The summit of Epaulet|
|An absolute pleasure|
|A deep abyss|
|A remote sanctuary|
|Give me the strength to carry on|