Since my first posting on April 4, I have
driven three days from California to Arkansas and hiked four days. Resting now at a motel in Clarksville, any
motel is luxury.
The sun has set. I slide back to camp through the gradual dusk. Inside my tent, I’m like a pupa in cocoon, trapped in a straitjacket sleeping bag. They call these lightweight accommodations mummy bags for their tight fit, like an Egyptian princess in strapped passage to the afterworld.
Plenty of flowers turned out for my coming, this early spring. Trees are leafing out in the lowlands, but on the ridges, stems are mostly bare.
Morning is the best time for anyone wanting to feel the day
before it is fully prepared—birds , bears, squirrels, .
I will stay here in Clarksville, Arkansas, several nights,
day-hiking sections of the trail. I hope
to send a posting each evening. Please
tell me if anything seems worth reading or if any questions come to mind. Comment here on the blog or answer the email
that led you here.
Plants are fine...
ReplyDeleteReally, Dalton?
DeleteMostly I agree, but is poison ivy fine? What about nettles and thistles? And what about women and dogs, and bosses, and Trump?
So glad to "have you back". My favorites of the photos "The sun has set"
ReplyDeletepupa
in a blue cocoon
she sleeps
the forest of her mind
like the bears birds and squirrels
and "The view from this high camp"
like sunset
two trees posing
before nightfall
sunset's glow of pink and gold
already in their arms
oh yes well "Morning is the best time" is stunning too
as if one bare branch
could point to the cause of morning
this light
will set me straight on the path
to somewhere
(This is the first time I have enlarged all the images on your blog as I read it. It is really worthwhile! The beautiful changes of color in the trees in "The view..." were not visible until I did.
Good rest and good walks in the days to come!
love from Kathabela
Beautiful poems, Kath. I especially like the one bare branch pointing to the cause of this morning light.
DeleteSo many wonderful photos. My favorites are your bedecked bicycle leaning on the tree and getting ready for the morning with the bees and bears!
ReplyDeleteThat picture is from 2007 when I rode across America. This time, it's a hike in the Ozarks.
DeleteSuch a blessing to enjoy the wonderful creations.
ReplyDeleteThank you for taking me along.
How exactly did you cross the water?
Muhsin
I crossed the water by wading up to my waist. Both the near water that you see in the foreground, and also the far and wider water had to crossed. Nice to have you wading with me Muhsin.
DeleteThe purple flowers are so cute and picture perfect. I love all the photos and especially the last gorgeous sunset.
ReplyDeleteJust thinking of how your walk is through wilderness relaxes me. Keiko
It relaxes me too, Keiko. So quiet and primeval, with its dangers of course, but such an escape from what we have done to it.
DeleteSilly Starshine likes to play with words
ReplyDeleteAnd, what better words to play with than 'yours'
"The Babble and the Birdsong"
crossed the water by wading up to my waist
deep, fast-moving, slippery rocks
at least the water wasn’t cold
Play with my words all you wish, Junnie. Now I'll play with yours:
DeleteI go back to the beginning of Sharon
to an everlasting moment
in an ordinary wilderness
a hilltop farm
inside a stacked rock wall
Playful words tossed back and forth
Deletechildhood's gleeful game of pitch and toss
strategic landing of a hopscotch rock
skipping, jumping, roller skating
swinging with our words in tree tops
climbing with our words to monkey bar heights
balancing our words on bicycle handlebars
Ah, to be ten again ~ but then we 'are'
Playing with you and Erika, whose comment is just below here
DeleteAnd jjmorri, whom I don’t even know
And Kathabela above, with prolific renderings of photos
Keiko Amano, her vivid perception
Dalton, short terse, but with cool underpinnings
Yes, we children climb to monkey bar heights,
Balance words on our bicycle handlebars
And kick them like rocks on our hopscotch court
Drawn with careful chalk in the pedestrian sidewalk
We are ten, we write, we live
small flower
ReplyDeletegrowing low in the woods
periwinkle blue
like the silk dress
I once favored
Very nice, Erika. May I use it in a program on return?
Deleteyes of course, if it fits with your presentation. I'll be flattered.
DeleteI am really enjoying your photos and descriptions of the trail. I grew up in the Oklahoma Ozarks and have since moved across the country eventually ending up in Arizona. I hope that you don't mind that I saved several of your pictures because they remind me so much of what I still consider my native home at a deep level. I have never walked the Ozark trail but I spent countless barefoot hours exploring the smokey valleys and misty mountain mornings that you describe. I used to spent a lot of time examining the rocks you mention and trying to fathom how all of the oceanic fossils ended up sitting next to me on the top of the hill, waiting to be noticed for unknown millenia. I remember my father and grandfather walking with me pointing out plants and animals and sharing country wisdom that you might not otherwise hear in your lifetime. During your walks did you notice that moss only grows on the north side of the trees? It can be a poor man's compass when you are otherwise lost. Thank you again for taking the time to post. Because of it you may find new people walking the Ozark trail in the coming years.
ReplyDeleteI don't know you, jjmorri2, but I welcome your comments here. You have a poetic way of writing, as do many of my friends. Please continue to comment and provide your email address if you don't mind, so I can add you to my list of recipients.
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