![Zoom in for image detail Cradle Mountain](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi5ihKDydQa3XY5xIoiiZ5WwsecLAsxp82RmwhgODKrjXro-58ksV6PWr9ouQ57UX3zPCu6z8R2y03xm3KvJFRwIynoPdre0iQ7EYzAH4u1miHrJAVF61LDAyBbYKBZTEAs0TVNw9ROLKThwhLIo-lPCKkLNcIdO6uh68UMMpHDq4ev4XE5_5tnLdpHcPb/s1600/cradle.jpg)
In alpine air and summer sun, we walk wooden tracks and bridges; the orange valleys and rocky ridges; the green lit forest shadows; and buttongrass stained golden shallows. The monument lives on but our moment is forever, for in that cradle of time we're still there together.