Driving around the lake in the still gray light
Stifling ice cloud blankets this world with cold
Pulls wraiths of mist from a steely mirror
Ahead a faint haze of gold, a glimpse of opening
Snow white black rock ridge against blue sky
And the growing glow of dawn
There we ascend the steepest path
A steady pace slows the freezing sweat
Breathe in the clarion air, free in the flow
Perch a moment in the mountain sun
Then sink back below the valley fog
