Descending a mountain...
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
I walk alone down the mountain. Hyper-vigilant and aware of the smells , the movement and my surroundings. The Green Goddess of late Spring has adorned the slopes with a riot of wildflowers . A bear bell jingles at my side with each rhythmic step, calling to the living, "She's here! She's here !". A mountain bike grinds down the trail as if the mountain were fresh meat and not the dust of those who have gone before. I enter a glen of quaking Aspens. The breeze rustles their leaves and warn, "She's here! She's here!". A totem with a hundred eyes watching me from the peeling white bark. dappled light and the soft thud of my footsteps down the mountain trail. A creek tumbles past, slipping and sliding over boulders which won't give in to the end I know not where. "Follow me! Follow me!". A twig snaps underfoot. "She's here! She's here!". I pause and quench my thirst, sucking greedily at my water bottle. I am
surrounded by waist-high vegetation and the air is drunk with the fecundity of thousands of wildflowers. "Move on! Move on!". The soft thud of my footsteps as I
descend the trail. At last I come to a clearing high above the valley floor. Fwop! fwop!
fwop! A helicopter circles above, the rotors slicing the air. " Duck and run! Duck and run!". I remain in place. I hear you. I am listening. I take no prisoners. I am only pausing for a short rest until I descend the trail once more.