High Country Running: A trail through time

There are photographs of my brother and me: shirts off, young, whole. A concrete buffalo guards the entrance to the 2-mile loop. The park sits on a windswept plateau above Flagstaff where we ran in the shadow of Humphreys Peak. The photographs do not show the altitude or the way the pines smell at 7,000 feet.

There is another photograph that has not yet been taken. It exists anyway. I have already seen it. My son, Moges, stands at the same statue. He is no longer the fourth grader at Kohala Elementary. He is taller than me. He has run the loop, felt the altitude and recognized something he cannot name.