This past weekend, I joined friends for a climb of the Adams Glacier, an ice-filled cleft on flanks of Mt. Adams. More amazing than even the majestic view up this technical terrain is the small glacial lake below and the lava boulder field where we camped, studded with sparks of small, tough flowers that manage to bloom at 7,500 feet of elevation, providing nectar and pollen for bees and humming birds, nestled amongst volcanic bombs and pumice.
The lake is intensely colored due to suspended glacial flour, which is rock ground fine over centuries by the slowly descending glacier. Once filtered, the water is sweet and cold. The lake is emerging from the ice now, and small ice bergs there lack only in scale to compare with the arctic floes. Although globally melting, the world is still so very beautiful. Where there is such beauty, there are tremendous possibilities and boundless hope.
So, listen to the lesson, friends -- bloom and make honey where you happen to be growing. A fierce environment is no excuse, bee busy!
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