Ten years since Mouk made this eloquent and moving post. What better way to honor Heath's passing yet again and send up a prayer of thanks for Brokeback Mountain and all its blessings and gifts...
Buds, I went to Camp #2 on Sunday with Mr mouk who is wonderfully supportive of my brokiness. It was strange enough not going on my own, but then it got stranger as for the first time ever I found the area 'crowded': met a family doing cross country-skiing on the path going down, several walkers with their dogs and snow-shoers. J & A are no longer in the middle of nowhere 
But then, maybe they no longer need to hide?
The snow was thick, up to our knees in some places as we did not have snow shoes. It was unseasonably warm and the air was still. There were lots of human tracks, some wildlife tracks too (mainly hares) and the bridge is now completely gone. The Dozy embrace cairn is buried in the snow but the leaning trees are still up and doing fine.
I took advantage of a moment when nobody was around to lay the flowers where I always do, by the 2 small dead trees behind the tent. I think of these trees, battered and bruised by the wind but not giving up, as J&E. There is a nice little secluded mini slope just next to them that I use as our altar. I stayed there a long time as always, contemplating the view they had from the tent, listening to the river and sending all your prayers of thanks and other messages, ô High Priestess and dear Brokie Friends. I remembered the special times spent with many of you in here over the years since 2007. I am sure some of the spirit of these heart-felt visits lingers on.
By the end, they was a ray of sun and a tiny breeze.
Then I knew Heath was there and smiling on all of us.
(Dozy embrace trees are on the far left)
