A view of the Tucson basin from near Windy Point Vista with thimble peak in the center-right. — Image by kenne
March by march I puzzled through ’em,
turning flanks and dodging shoulders,
hurried on in hope of water,
headed back for lack of grass;
till I camped above the tree-line —
drifted snow and naked boulders —
felt free air astir to windward —
knew I’d stumbled on the Pass.
— from The Explorer by Rudyard Kipling
Becoming is Superior to Being 
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