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 cabin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cabin. Show all posts

28 July 2017

Mount Shasta

It was easily over four hours from the bay area up to the pristine mountains of Mount Shasta in northern California. Years before a friend of mine had shown me a picture of them hiking here, and that was all she wrote. I took a mental note and planned for the day that I would one day witness the beauty with my own eyes.
I pull into my cabin by the lake, and unpack my groceries of fresh fruit and whiskey, break out the ice and relax on the porch. I only want to be here now, no other place to be. In this moment, with just you and me.
Oh yes, just be here now.

27 December 2016

Starry nights at the Grand Canyon

A fox darts with army like stealth across my path out of the corner of my eye, disappearing into the dark night.

No moon tonight, only the brilliance of the stars in the sky.
My little cabin sits at the edge of the Grand Canyon's South Rim, December snow around it's edges. Only the tested tough are still here this late in the year.
Following society's "normal" times will fail you out here.

2am is the time to rise and watch the sparkle in the heavens. 5am is the perfect time to start your sunrise watching.

The coffee pot is always percolating.
A moose startles me as he is searching for a meal in a tree across the way. A dark silhouette as the faintest of light starts to illuminate the skies above.
The light is the signal I've been waiting for. I ready my gear and start my exploration of the eastern rim of Mother Nature's Grand Canyon in winter time.

03 December 2015

The North Rim

A friend calls me on a Monday morning, and in the normal course of conversation, asks how my weekend was.

"Good. I was at the Grand Canyon."

I ask if she has been, and I'm told that they went to the South Rim once, but doesn't plan on going back....

"Once you've seen the big hole, you don't need to see it again."
I find this mentality bizarre. The world is amazing around every corner, down each untraveled road. People dream of places half way around the world yet can't soak in the wonder of their own backyard.

My North Rim cabin is on the edge of picturesque beauty. Through time tested shutter windows I see the sun splash amazing colors upon the millenia of stone.

Trees befriend my spirit as I caress their bark laden souls.

My quest is to find the beauty within this universe, whether that journey takes me 10,000 miles, or 100.
I'll carry on my own quest to live the life I want for me.

You should too.