Stary stary nights how sweet it is when the rain subsides and we can gaze skyward through our mesh imagination and lust into our galaxy. Leaving Smither's, and Larry and Kaaren, was difficult enough bouncing energy into our solar system, their enthusiasm contagiously mystic, ethereal, and without boundaries can't replaced in the electric city. The heat was on climbing Kathleen Glacier and Mt. Hudson sucking in 3 liters of sustenance while encouraging 3 Bolivian women: an overly energetic pregnant daughter, an exhausted mother and a grandmother dressed in flowing fuscia and mustard colored pants, and her black bowler hat up the mountain and down.
Connection that's what this entire trip has been, inside our minds walking up mountains and melding with family and friends. Discipline - focusing on "His" goals for me not mine, trying to get out of routine while breathing in God's creation, I realized that Kaaren's and Larry's life might seem idyllic is truly so much more up my alley, as I've had some destitute sleeps since returning to the city yearning to put up the tent in the backyard and return to the womb. Five weeks sleeping on the "grind" as they say in northern Ireland is enough time to return to our ancestry. Beds, homes, and expansive places might console others not this cozy cuddly girl. My soul rejuvenates with natural light, creative spaces, and electric friends.
Wilcox campground was Hals' stomping ground with the boys and yet we created our own memories that he melded to the old ones. Beauty Creek tantalized us from the moment we spotted her off the highway. Her bounty teal color adorned the rocks, rushing, gushing and riveting at our side for 3 hours up to her source. Keeping a secret till the end she never gave away her true beginning like a man luring you into his depths, we finally succumbs returning exhausted, and dusty vowing to return and find her jewels.
Nigel pass gentle in nature yet after 30 kilometers of bleak water and unimaginative provisions brought us close to breaking at her majestic surrounding mountains, rivers and swamp lands. It took everything we had to leave her returning to our camp only to have our magical nightly show blow our minds trillion stars at a time shooting, gliding, dazzling our eyes
from one side of the sky to the other without light pollution from the city whilst mountain goats moved past our tent unaware we could see them.
Get our into the wilds and be free.
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