The first 9 caches in this series are placed along the 1-mile long Byron Glacier trail near Portage. This well-maintained and mostly level trail is stroller friendly. Magnificent views of the surrounding mountains, waterfalls, and glacier are a great backdrop for skipping stones, walking on the snowfields, or seeking out remnants of the ice caves.
Welcome to the home of dragons - the weyr - and the view from above through their riders' eyes.
EXCERPT
And then they were above the Weyr, Mnementh setting his wings to glide in the bright daylight, half a world away from nighttime Ruatha. Lessa’s hands tightened on his arms, this time in surprise as they circled above the great stony trough of the Weyr. F’lar peered at Lessa’s face, pleased with the delight mirrored there; she showed no trace of fear that they hung a thousand lengths above the high Benden mountain range. Then, as the seven dragons roared their incoming cry, an incredulous smile lit her face.
The other wingmen dropped into a wide spiral, down, down, while Mnementh elected to descend in lazy circles. The dragonmen peeled off smartly and dropped, each to his own tier in the caves of the Weyr. Mnementh finally completed his leisurely approach to their quarters, whistling shrilly to himself as he braked his forward speed with a twist of his wings, dropping lightly at last to the ledge. He crouched as F’lar swung the girl to the rough rock, scored from thousands of clawed landings.
“This leads only to our quarters,” he told her as they entered the corridor, vaulted and wide for the easy passage of great bronze dragons.
Mnementh hiccupped absently as the two walked the short passage to the vaulted inner chamber. He lumbered over to his hollowed bed and settled himself into the curved stone. When Mnementh had stretched and comfortably laid down his wedge-head, F’lar approached him. Mnementh regarded his friend with the near eye, its many facets glinting and shifting, the inner lids gradually closing as F’lar scratched the eye-ridge soothingly.
The previous paragraphs are excerpted from Dragonflight by Anne McCaffrey Copyright © 1968 by Anne McCaffrey.