Saturday, February 9, 2008
Yesterday Osa and I went for a walk. A walk in Henry Cowell Redwood State Park to be exact. It is about 5 miles from our home, and I'm trying to get a grasp on our stompin' groups. Besides, yesterday was absolutely beautiful...sunny and 62. Sorry to our midwestern friends. I am truly not trying to rub it in as ya'll sit under inches of snow.anyway...
The sound of the wind moving through these giants sounded like the white noise of the ocean. The wind and the sounds of birds was all that was heard in hours with the exceptions of me talking aimlessly to our dog about the mysteries of man and beast while she rode shotgun in my Love Garden satchel. Osa got her first taste of mountain spring water and I got my first taste of the California backcountry. There were areas with white sand, blazing sunlight, and Ponderosa Pines which would quickly transition into dark, damp forest with a humus floor created from all the redwood droppings. Tremendous shards of afternoon light split though the branches while we stopped for a snack of oranges and peanut butter and honey sandwiches. I have found peanut butter to be for pups what catnip for felines or crack for the disillusioned must be like.
Even in the throws of it's winter sleep, I could hear growth at work-reaching toward the warmth of spring and it's high sun- beneath the floor of last seasons remnants. Thoreau walked.I walk. Thought through movement. What's next? Civil Disobedience?
Posted by BoMo at 10:05 AM