"The mountains, and the steady hills, the rivers, and the rocks, and all the everlasting broods that fill the landscape with a silent awe, dreams of mountains, as in their sleep, they brood on things eternal, keep a mute companionship with me." - William Wordsworth
Doesn’t seem right to “like” this, because it’s devastating and sad. And actually mirrors my internal landscape. But I do love the way you are always able to write what we are experiencing , and bring it home so powerfully. I look forward to Sunday morning for your post.
I've been mourning the destruction of the North Rim...have tried to express what a profound loss this represents. Out of the many places my husband and I have visited around the world, this is, and always will be, my favorite. Compounding my sadness is the knowledge that cuts to the National Park Service will likely slow or even prevent reconstruction of the facilities until rational voices are in charge again. Anyway, thank you for this.
In the midst of fire and climate change denial, it's nice to be reminded of the healing power of nature. I feel better even if I sit in my unruly backyard for 15 minutes.
I lost track of Butch and found out later he had drifted down to Florida and spent a quiet life as a groundskeeper at a golf course. Oddly, I never saw him again after we made the mad dash back north to Michigan and his mother's funeral. I got a letter from him once about 30 years later when he was excited about having ridden his bicycle up to Michigan from Florida. I never figured out Butch, but I do believe something essential within him was irretrievably broken by Vietnam.
So glad we got to have that lunch in the Lodge Jim. Seems like we were just ahead of several “natural” disasters on our ride. Beautiful piece man.
Doesn’t seem right to “like” this, because it’s devastating and sad. And actually mirrors my internal landscape. But I do love the way you are always able to write what we are experiencing , and bring it home so powerfully. I look forward to Sunday morning for your post.
I've been mourning the destruction of the North Rim...have tried to express what a profound loss this represents. Out of the many places my husband and I have visited around the world, this is, and always will be, my favorite. Compounding my sadness is the knowledge that cuts to the National Park Service will likely slow or even prevent reconstruction of the facilities until rational voices are in charge again. Anyway, thank you for this.
And it’s only going to get worse in coming years.
Outstanding read, and what real & honest feelings you have shared. Happy to be a tiny part of your world, amigo. You are living with full force.
Thanks, my friend.
In the midst of fire and climate change denial, it's nice to be reminded of the healing power of nature. I feel better even if I sit in my unruly backyard for 15 minutes.
What grand adventures! My worst backpacking memory was hiking with inappropriate footwear, lol. Whatever became of Butch?
I lost track of Butch and found out later he had drifted down to Florida and spent a quiet life as a groundskeeper at a golf course. Oddly, I never saw him again after we made the mad dash back north to Michigan and his mother's funeral. I got a letter from him once about 30 years later when he was excited about having ridden his bicycle up to Michigan from Florida. I never figured out Butch, but I do believe something essential within him was irretrievably broken by Vietnam.