The end of summer is never something a guide looks forward to. But with it the true power and majesty of these mountains are on full display. My woman as well is thankful I am coming home in one piece no injuries or bear maulings, no frostbite. She I am reminded is my everything. But the thing I miss most about these peaks is unspeakable. It is the power and spirit of a landscape I fell in love with as a child. It’s whisper in the wind of winter coming is humbling. Below Rabbi Mintz is a little videopostcard farewell for the season, you have taught me well to see all that is.