Category Archives: Wilderness

This Path Unrolls

This path unrolls beneath my sandaled feet:a shaded level ribbon through the polesof evergreens fern-aproned, clean and neat.This path unrolls. I see no vehicles. I pay no tolls.The view includes no asphalt or concrete.The earth feels almost tender to my … Continue reading

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Mountain Flyby

I aim to spot Mt. Shasta when I flyfrom SFO to PDX, or back.I pick a starboard window north and try,or portside when we’re on the southern tack.If clouds permit there’s candy for my eye –the peak’s alone – sightseeing … Continue reading

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Shotless (On Powell Butte)

Of course when I leave home I break routine,and staying with my kids I go alongwith their agenda, witnessing their scene –a loving fly upon the kitchen wall.I try to fill my eyes and heart – I meanto carry home … Continue reading

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Caldera Lake

I try to spot Mt Shasta when I flyfrom SFO to PDX – half-wayit makes my milestone. I couldn’t spyits loftiness in yesterday’s display.The sky was clear, but so much snowfall laybelow our path, the mountain didn’t stakeits usual command … Continue reading

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Oaks Bottom

Oaks Bottom was our site on Saturday.Two miles and a half of out and back,between the rains, between the swamp and swayof moss and lichen, on a muddy track.The owls we requested were away,but ducks were dipping down without a … Continue reading

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Sensible

Anticipating missing plumbing, bed, the food my fussy appetite demands, I went to earth reluctantly. Instead of rough conditions, I had calmer hands, more restful sleep, a better moving gut, than what I am accustomed to at home. I ate … Continue reading

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Tripping

Uncertain about toilets, sleeping rough, the river work, the weather, and the wet, I valued sibling benefits enough to purchase neoprene and risk regret. We rafted down a canyon fifty miles, engorged in desert, walled in stone and glass. We … Continue reading

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Five Days

Five days away from Internet and phone exceeded expectation. We fifteen had solitude where no one was alone except for shitting minutes. In between the rafting, we conversed or dined or slept without alarms or heartburn. Global news could not … Continue reading

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