"Whips the Whole Sea White..."

 There is a stubbornness in a traveler that can sometimes get in the way; in the way of grabbing experiences with both hands and of being in awe of them.  

The last heat wave of summer had almost melted away.  On a rather exposed mountainside a breeze suddenly whipped up and killed the heat wave instantly.  How magnificent! 

 The wind makes so much noise going through the trees that it makes you feel energized.  You are in the presence of some vast and powerful thing, outside yourself.  A pagan would see that thing as one of his gods.  Sailors and sea-kayakers experience this occasionally.  A comfortable tourist never sees this angry, powerful god.

 But didn't I write about a similar experience earlier in the summer?  So is it OK to write about a glorious experience that happens two or three times per summer?  Novelty is a false god for travelers.  

Once again the autumn migration has started.  Every week I ratchet south and east.  After so many years I still feel a lump in my throat when this starts.  I must be doing something right.