- On The Forest Moon Of Endor -
I went on my second hike today. Hike may or may not be the proper term. It was more of a short walk. At any rate, it was absolutely mind blowing.
About five miles up the road from where I live is a trail that leads to a stream called McDonald Creek. It's about a mile or so into the mountains, completely surrounded by deep green forest. The forests are so thick out here that you can barely see ten yards ahead of yourself. The most accurate way to describe how it looks is to refer you to the moon of Endor from "Return of The Jedi".
At one point I allowed myself to fall into my usual elf-like mindset, running swiftly off of the trail, lightly jumping from moss covered stone to stone, running up and over fallen trees. Just as the fantasy began to solidify, I felt my mistake before it even took place. Heh, heh. A false shift of my weight under my right arch sent me sliding down a bare tree trunk, heels over head into a six foot drop off. Damnation. I suppose I was lucky, as the only injury I sustained was a scraped elbow.
For all that it's worth, it taught me to be more mindful and to humble myself before such splendor. Also, it reminded me that I need to get out there and do it again.
Moving right along, I found myself surrounded by the thunderous roar of rushing water. I've never seen so much moving water before! For whatever reason, all of the snow from the mountains is melting at once, faster than it has. The resulting run off has fed streams and rivers to such a degree that they've risen several feet, gaining power all the while, crashing into boulders and moutain sides all the way down. Normally I would attempt to weave for you a descriptive tapestry of adjectives, however I find that no words can describe to you how I felt and what I saw.
*sigh*
It seems like there was something else I wanted to tell you, but I can't remember what it was. Ah well.
Who was I talking to again?
About five miles up the road from where I live is a trail that leads to a stream called McDonald Creek. It's about a mile or so into the mountains, completely surrounded by deep green forest. The forests are so thick out here that you can barely see ten yards ahead of yourself. The most accurate way to describe how it looks is to refer you to the moon of Endor from "Return of The Jedi".
At one point I allowed myself to fall into my usual elf-like mindset, running swiftly off of the trail, lightly jumping from moss covered stone to stone, running up and over fallen trees. Just as the fantasy began to solidify, I felt my mistake before it even took place. Heh, heh. A false shift of my weight under my right arch sent me sliding down a bare tree trunk, heels over head into a six foot drop off. Damnation. I suppose I was lucky, as the only injury I sustained was a scraped elbow.
For all that it's worth, it taught me to be more mindful and to humble myself before such splendor. Also, it reminded me that I need to get out there and do it again.
Moving right along, I found myself surrounded by the thunderous roar of rushing water. I've never seen so much moving water before! For whatever reason, all of the snow from the mountains is melting at once, faster than it has. The resulting run off has fed streams and rivers to such a degree that they've risen several feet, gaining power all the while, crashing into boulders and moutain sides all the way down. Normally I would attempt to weave for you a descriptive tapestry of adjectives, however I find that no words can describe to you how I felt and what I saw.
*sigh*
It seems like there was something else I wanted to tell you, but I can't remember what it was. Ah well.
Who was I talking to again?