Adventurer's Blessing

I happened to see this a few years ago and thought of mushers, especially those that make their own trails or run the hard and dangerous races.

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.
May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
May your rivers flow without end, meandering through
pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers
into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl,
through miasmal and mysterious swamps and
down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas,
domes and pinnacles and
grottos of endless stone, and
down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm
where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs,
where deer walk across the white sand beaches,
where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags,
where something strange and more beautiful and
more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you -
beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.

~Edward Abbey

My first two trail companions.