Jun 27, 2011 19:55
Up the hill and around Lake Temescal in the early hours.
I keep cadence pace uphill:
Tooth, skin, and alligator hide,
Make a pair of jump boots just the right size;
don't be afraid to put 'em on your feet:
a new pair of jump boots can't be beat.
I keep cadence pace downhill.
Sometimes there will be a heron on the trail, or a bittern. Sometimes three ravens.
On several occasions I have found cash on the grass in the picnic areas.
Sometimes the lake steams as the sun begins to stir.
Once a buck on the trail -- now that can quickly turn from being an aesthetic encounter.
Once I reach the trail I take the dogtags out from under my shirt and let my footfall ring a tintinnabulation to announce my approach. (This more for the mountain lions.)
Unfortunately, not even the birds hear me coming. (I have a medicine of silence and surprise.)
As I come down, sometimes the cats come out to greet me in the middle of the street.
The cat speaks, and deigns honor me with approach.
I stop and sllck fur and say a mantra to release the animal to human rebirth.
Nearly I can't tell if it's 3.5 or 3.8 miles, but it's a 500-foot gain in the half of that: a good pull.
I sweat for ten minutes after.