Within ten meters of the summit of the 11,000 foot peak, I took a long pause to watch a bumblebee working over a patch of moss campion. I am not a peak bagger but I do climb some mountains. I make my way to the high places for what is there, and to just be in the alpine, a place all its own.
The burly Bombus (the bee’s genus, and what a wonderful name), buzzed its way across the pink mat. A pika bleated nearby. The peak lay ahead – but that wasn’t the goal. I was immersed in what I had come to find.