Desolation Poem

Found this while organizing today, a poem I wrote when climbing Desolation mountain in Washington:

Such a sense of relief when I saw my han-shan campground
halaluja and thanks to the world!
Legs and lungs burning the last mile, through the alpine fields, a hint of autumn

Ice tinkles, drops splatter the cover on my pack

Sterno didn't work, warm cocoa and chocolate bar for dinner,
my leg shakes as a crouch in the cold

Nearly 9pm and the ice still comes down
time to rest and meet tomorrow fresh

Bip bop, ting ting, swishhhhhhh