William Wordsworth walked for years in recluse in the Lake District.  I first visited the Lake District in Grasmere and took in a visual wonder.  I went back to walk some of the difficult trails that Wordsworth made and only after the Helvellyn scramble around Red Tarn, was I able to fully understand Wordsworth's Prelude.  These mountain trails are sheer improvisation at the near summit.  I had to blaze my way up the side of the glacier cut rock edges.  I realized after those long walks the essence of Wordsworth with his choice of words that grasped him on the Raven's perch.  His stamina to continue walking and writing his poems based on those inspirations is admirable considering the weather conditions.  He had to have been more fit than his poetic contemporaries to reach those challenging strides.  I was able to approach the mountain from two ways: up the side and down in the valley.  Both perspectives gave me inspiration for a long poem and a deeper appreciation of Wordsworth.