Tooth Ridge (jaw line?!)

An afternoon storm was like unto the one referenced in the previous post. For once, I was grateful to not be on the trail. The hail on the benches of the Catholic chapel (outside here) was like a xylophone - with limited tones.
Much of the day was consumed by working with another staffer on a back country conflict. We can only measure progress by the conflicted staying on the trail, and so far, so good.
We took part in opening a new facility for the health lodge tonight, where the healing-up Scouts can look up the mountain and see crews returning from this very Tooth of Time - that is strong incentive to get back on the trail!
Every day, I am met with my own rising emotion over some aspect of life here. I may be leading prayer or having a conversation, preaching or treaching, or just listening to someone breathlessly telling a story. What a blessing to be a part of this amazing place.