Awful quiet

Earlier I wrote a short rock climbing essay about doing a first ascent on Devils Tower in 1978. I remember looking at my hand on a narrow ledge and realizing that my hand was the first to touch that ledge in the fifty million years the Tower had existed. I included a quote from N. Scott Momaday reflecting on how Devils Tower gave him an awful quiet in the heart. As I looked at my hand, I felt a similar response. Today, I received a note that Sport Literate will publish that essay in their spring edition. I'll be excited to see that in print.