Wanderlust is intrigued by peaks, as of yet void of snowy prints.
Sweeting merits lust of another kind, but would make for warmthful company on quest of ascent.
Would friends fall for a story about discovering a phalanstery in such an isolated place?
Questioned if they are regarded as a stupe, new skills could prove truth by making bellflower-bitterroot porridge.
Roamer is fulfilled by turning the unknown known, even if the new remains discovery only for the one or few. : )