Each month, write a new collection.
Life LessonI was backpacking with my dad when I was eleven years old We were headed up to Lake Crawley to start an eleven mile trek to Lake Dorothy in the High Sierras. He was driving and pulled over to get sick as he had the door wide open and afterhe was finished said he felt better. He didn't want the flu to getin the way of us being together. So, he was not keeping up withme on the trail. We had gone around the lake and was hiking to Lake Dorothy, when I looked back and he was stopped on the trailHe probably had stopped to rest or get sick again, while I was 100yards ahead of him on the switchback. I thought I would go see ifhe was alright, and when I got to where he was he asked me whyI came back? I said, to see if, "you never come back on a trail, alwayswait for the person to catch up." I did not have anything to say, and waskind of hurt that he was not listening to my excuse as tears welled in meNow that I'm older, I can see he was right, why would I go the same distancethree times to get to the same point on the trail? It makes more sense to wait.There were a lot of life lessons on that hike. One was when we had got to the Lake and he was setting up a tent for the camp and taking a nap, I went to the hot spot on the lake and caught my limit in about 3 hours. We had a fish fry that night and I was told 9 times out of 10 days in the Sierras it would rain.As we noted the weather we walked out of there the next day. All eleven milesfor a boy that was a grueling hike and for my dad, well he felt better after a day. As for the lessons, I learned not to hike back from where I had just previously come from.
Great poem Daryl. I love the life lesson here, and that's it's a really complex set of emotions you're developing through here.
The Elfin ForestA path of sand zig zags up the hillthe prints of countless feet, making divots in the groundat the top is a redwood planked boardwalkthat takes you to the Elfin Forestthe redwood trail creaks under footas you descend into the flora belowblack sage and creeping snow berries minglewith cats ears and blue toad flaxwhile poppies and purple nightshadedance along side wild radishesall cradled in the arms of ancient oak treestheir gnarled branches reaching outspotted with knots and draped with mossgathering the blooms to their bosomsswallow tails, metalmarks, and monarchsflitter in the cobwebby thistle and yarrowkicking up pollen and perfuming the airfurther down are the secret cornerswhere jack rabbits and raccoons lurk in sagebrush cavesplucking wild carrots and cucumbers from the sandy groundand always on the lookout for bobcats and foxesarriving at the eastern end of the trailyou look upon the estuarysand pipers and egrets compete with ducks and falconsfor the fish hiding at the edge of the bayascending back, the air overtakes youits crispness, so fresh, so purewith each breath you feel the forest penetrateslowly becoming part of your soulfence lizards escort you back to the sand trailwhile camel crickets serenade you to the caryou're certain there's no way you've seen it allperhaps next time, you'll uncover the mysterieshiding in the Elfin Forest
That's great. Ann and I were just talking about this yesterday, how the woods looked elfin to us in this spot because of the wildflowers!
Walking the ForestI took a weekvacation atmy parents inBig Bearjust me and the boysMichelle had to workwe decided tomake a video soMom would feel apart of the tripI filmed the boysleaving the housestarting on a walkwaving to Mommywe hiked into theNational Forestpicking up trashavoiding a rattlerand playing cardswhen we restedI filmed the boyswalkin back to thehouse loaded withtrash dragging a hoseand interviewedthem on the couchsaying hi to Mommyas my three yearold bounced like ajack-in-the-boxas if he hadn’t justhiked four hours
That's touching man, and I love that you had them carrying trash out. Really nice.
Yea, part of that is after living in Oregon, but I used to pick up trash when I walked even before I lived in Oregon. They are superenvironmentalists in Oregon
David, Silly Ass DavidSo my grandpa has a roomateHe lives in the backyard.Quite amiable, a respsctable enough gentleman...(Chuckling)Anyways, the poor man as a pressing crush on me that makes me thankful to walk into the house just to get some air...Instead of walking out of it. Lol.He's a great person, has become a good friend.So he invited me to church."We're walking there and not taking the car," he declared."Oh God, okay," I reluctantly complied. 1/5 of the way there my heel broke.Had to walk home barefooted and fussing the whole way back.Where the heck is graciousness in those moments.It was a pitiful walk.
Ah, painful walk! But it made you happy!
Happy to get away from him and out of the sun lol