To say it was a slow burn would be inaccurate. It was just plain a bonfire. Sparks to high flying flames. Embers floating upward on newly created thermals, warm and glowing, a continual burn. That was this past summer as I traveled about taking in new sights. Hiking in Nature.
That collective place, that I call the “Real World,” where I feel at home.
There was a crescendo, however. You might say. A peak. Not a turning point, and it wasn’t like things diminished in anyway afterwards, but it was a stand out moment. The day I did the Green Lakes hike.
You see I had been building toward this adventure for a while. Slowing increasing my hiking distances. Acclimating to the higher altitudes. And while the trail markers seemed to indicate a shorter distance, they were wrong. I knew it by what maps revealed and planned accordingly.
This hike, while longer, reminded me of one I did in Montana. To Avalanche Lake. That hike was shorter in distance, but it similarly ended in a spectacular view. A total sense-flooding awe. A take-your-breath-away moment.
This new mission built from the Douglas Fir forest, to the many waterfalls, to the rainbow of wildflowers, to the lakes and surrounding mountains.
A sort of reach out and touch God journey.
Or maybe I should say, old school style with modern outfitters . . .
As the gorge narrowed the wind picked up, and the air temperature noticeably dropped. The calming frequency of the soft rush of the water shifted timbre. Now cascading, surging ever faster downward, as the amplitude of the waves, both in size and pitch, increased to a deafening roar.
We hung on tight with both hands as the V-shaped bow and rigid hull sliced into the first wave, but the second was much larger. And the small vessel skirted straight up its crest, reminiscent of a mighty ocean sailing ship in a surging Atlantic storm, but in miniature.
At the oarsman’s skillful command, the boat shifted sideways as it rolled down into the trough in time for the next wave to crest high above our heads. Crashing down, completely drenching us, the flare of the hull offering no protection. Filling the open compartments to the frame’s brim.
Our laughter could be heard above the roar of the rapids as we bailed.
Photo: From my recent journey to the West Coast.
I have been told that mobile users are unable to see the “Feature Pic” when it is added on a desktop or laptop, so I’m including it in the text as well in hopes that mobile readers will be able to view it. WordPress does have its glitches.
I’ve always loved the sciences. Even as a little kid, I enjoyed studying the various phenomena of our planet and learning about all of the processes going on with all of the different species. Even the things people look at as being inanimate, like rocks and their geological history.
And us human animals too. Now there’s a science project!
It’s just totally fascinating examining the diversity of species, all stemming from common DNA, and all of the electrical, chemical, and biomechanical energy and interactions that make us living, breathing, functioning organisms.
And all of us many species are so interrelated and interconnected. And so interdependent on maintaining a balance for survival. A microscopic, microcosmic juggling act of such immense proportions that it’s hard to wrap your mind around.
Of course, there’s even more as you delve into mind and spirit. And what of the nature of the heart?
Hard to express those with a mathematical formula. Maybe someday, someone will figure out a way to do that. 😊
And as much as I enjoy the study of the sciences, I’m not exactly a math wizard. And there is lots of math involved. And it’s been many years since I sat in some of those classrooms. So, let’s just say that to this day, I remain a huge fan and student of conceptual physics and chemistry, among other things.
And there are many concepts that are adaptable, in principle, to many other concepts, at least metaphorically. And what better way to have fun as a wordsmith than to blend and mix and blur and enjoy.
So, today’s subject from the blender is binding energy.
On its continuous circle back to the sea . . .
Each day right now bears some similarities, and also many differences.
As I drive out to the next trailhead there is a certain level of anxiety encroaching.
That’s the similarity.
But it’s not my anxiety. It belongs to others.
Yes, the sun rises behind you.
That’s what those side mirrors are for. 🙂
The old, one-handed while driving cell phone shot.
I wanted to offer my apologies as I’m in motion right now and may be absent or here sporadically for a while. Hopefully, I’ll return occasionally with a good tale or two. And, of course, to catch up on all of your great posts!
So far, the wildlife and wildflowers have been amazing ! Pics to follow too.
A few summers ago, I was up in Michigan visiting family. The focal point, my brother’s home, was crowded so I bedded down at a nearby hotel. It happened there was a lounge in the hotel and so it also happened that taking a break there after reunion time with family each day led me to meet a couple of new friends.
Even if these relationships would be passing in short order, three days to be exact, I would still call them friendships. We bonded over sharing our purposes for our travel and our daily episodes into life.
One of these people was a very beautiful woman, lesbian in sexual orientation. I’ll call her Mary. The other was a somewhat boisterous guy, all American male. Tom. And then there was me.
Yesterday, I posed an open-ended question regarding women’s and men’s gender roles and the concepts surrounding modernity’s spin on “re-awakening” in these roles. And the comments have been great and insightful!
But before I travel down that path of personal pontification over what I believe I’m currently witnessing in this regard, I wanted to relay another story. A story about a matriarchal society. And in some ways, I’m not sure it’s accurate to call it that.
Perhaps “balanced” is a better word.
Now I love aboriginal creation stories. Some people refer to these as myths, but I would say no one story is better conceived than any other and we might all learn something if we stop and take a breath once and a while. Open ourselves up to wider perspectives. Expose ourselves to other cultures and different avenues of thought, reasoning, creativity, and belief.
So, I’m walking backwards today. I’ve often said I do things backwards in life, in terms of my career growth, progression of tackling various challenges, both mental and physical, etc. But today, I’m applying this to writing a post for the blog.
I usually get some type of thought bubble, stumble upon related materials and then try to link them all together. A draft comes together. I polish and post it. And I enjoy, and learn from, the comments that follow.
Today, I’m going to ask for comments before I write. Yes, the backwards approach.
There is a sort of calm that takes over as twilight turns to night sky.
As the sun sets, the nuclear fuel driving the shifting breezes subsides. The towering tree branches no longer swaying back and forth. Releasing their grips with neighboring limbs. As if some inaudible song had reached the outro of its final chorus and the dancers now return to their seats. Resting their mighty legs for tomorrows gyrations.