Alone

Since SanFran I have been in a Spring-is-Springing state. Its actually been more rainy than sunny, but I have been busy trying to get my life in order. I work just enough and on my days off I either stay at the Bog or like yesterday, go hiking.

I went up to Lower Lena Lake, up off the Hamma Hamma River. I actually managed somehow to get away alone. Blessedly alone except for Lili who I concider to be a part of me. The lake is a three mile uphill walk through exquisite forest and the higher you climb the bigger the trees get. No one else was there. I hiked as far around the back of the lake as I could. There is a little peninsula type beach which reaches out into a blue watered cove into which spills a water fall. I shared lunch with Lili and laid in the sun. It was so quiet. I was alone. Blessedly alone.

Sure I thought about cougars and rednecks with guns as I walked through the woods alone. But I did have my pitbull with me, so I felt safe enough. I told people where I was headed before I left The Bog. But one thing I like more than anything in a sort of perverse manner is to go somewhere where no one knows I am. Not a soul. I get this feeling a lot when I drive cross country by my self. I'll be in the panhandle of East Bumfuck and know that no one has any idea where I am.

I got into this intense state that took a day or more to get out of. Being in the woods like that, smoking a little marijuana, not even talking to Lili. The ride too and from the mountain silenced me too. I was amazed at how good it felt. You all should try it some time.

Posted by bogsters at March 31, 2004 12:00 AM