There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label City of Rocks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label City of Rocks. Show all posts

31 July 2013

Speed down. Slow up

All good writing is dead. The world is left of center.
What is the point of looking for enlightenment,
you don't believe in anything.
can Nature itself suffice as a belief system?
Bow to the morning sun, pay homage to the passing clouds.
Silent under a full moon
on a Spanish caravan.
yes, I think you can.

30 July 2013

City of Rocks

When my Uncle passed away earlier this month, I drove to Boise, Idaho for the funeral. On the way I passed a sign pointing to the City of Rocks. It has been twenty five, maybe thirty years since I'd been there last.

Back when Uncle George was full of vigor, and I a child with no cares or worries. I couple of weeks later I went back to this special place to reminisce and remember my uncle.

The boulders spark my imagination just as they did when I was younger. I see giants resting in the earth, their backbones protruding for us mortal humans to climb upon. If you aren't careful or show disrespect, the crevices will swallow you whole.
A summer rainstorm quickly drenches the landscape. I manage to set up a simple campsite before the rain falls like spraying bullets. In my tent I watch the flowers quench the water while remembering Dad's accident from our previous time here.....
He was a much younger man then, younger than I am now, and full of reckless abandon. Riding a dirt bike fast and furious with his brother's-in-law, much like Peter Fonda in the movie Easy Rider.

Then the accident happened, soft sand caused the bike to spill, and all I see is blood and screaming. Dad's face was ripped wide open like an avocado before you eat it. He had to be transported over thirty miles
( maybe further) to the closet hospital.

It all ended well, and as the rain abates and the sun sets, I realize how fortunate I am to still have him in my life.
If nothing else, the sleeping giant boulders here clear my head and make one thing apparent :

"tell those that are important to you, that they are... You never know when it may be too late..."