Because of the noise and light. Soon now
In the winter dawn I will face
My fortieth year. Borne headlong
Towards the long shadows of sunset
By the headstrong, stubborn moments,
Life whirls past like drunken wildfire.

Translated by Kenneth Rexroth
"One Hundred Poems fom the Chinese"

Where we make contact with eternity and with God,
Where we see that God is Nature and Nature is God,
Where we are grateful for the beauty of the universe and the world,
For all this we celebrate the Gods of hiking and the physical numinous.

forests,
Beside rushing rivers and rivulets cut through basalt boulders,
We celebrate hikes into the heart of the wilderness,
From trailhead to trailhead through the haute route,
Through the high places where live the Gods of hiking and nature,
Where the soul finds peace away from the crowd,