The Wild Quiet

Going for walks in the morning is like stepping into a fairytale as some sick, old creature. The woods are glittery and towering, decorated with a million invisible strands of web, still drenched by the rainstorm from several days ago. Naturally I listen to music while I walk, and this just adds to the beauty and romance of the trail.

I didn’t appreciate Robert Frost’s poetry until I moved to Warm Beach Camp, but walking through the woods every day from my apartment to the bakeshop, I got to know nature in a much more personal way than I ever had before…

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Lunch for Thought

I‘ve been in Colorado Springs for a week now! It has been a good week. A tiring week.

After spending a few nights recovering from the stomach flu, I started one of my new jobs on Monday as the lunch cook. Last week and this coming week I am partially assisting and partially in charge as I learn how it’s done.
The fun and slightly nerve wracking part of this job is that there are two culinary arts schools happening here right now, so I share “my” kitchen with  a ton of chefs and student chefs. When I expressed that this was a bit intimidating to me, one of the teachers told me I should look  on the very bright side- if I ever get stuck there are a lot of people who know what they’re doing and I can ask them for advice and help…..

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My Vibram Soul

I went hiking with two brothers on Sunday.

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My first hike in Colorado! It was a beautiful hike with just the right amount of exercise involved. In the car on the way there I asked the guys if they are fast hikers. I am historically The Last in any group of people who are moving forward, so I wondered if I might be hiking mostly by myself. They were both adamant that they are not fast hikers.

Still I expected to be behind because, after all, they are men and their idea of slow might be several notches faster than mine….

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Treading on the Heights

On Sunday I headed out with my good

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friend for a short back country camping trip. We left in the afternoon and headed up Highway 20 toward the North Cascade Mountains.  The weather was incredible!
It took us about 4 hours to get up to Harts Pass and since the hike we wanted to hike would take possibly another 4 hours, we decided to camp there for the night at The Meadows campground.
The colors all along the way were amazing and constantly changing. On the East side of the mountains near Winthrop, the colors are a palate of sage green and lavender… creamy yellow and a muted orange/brown.

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At Harts Pass there are a lot of burned trees- white and black toothpicks which were maybe used to poke all those bright holes in the night sky. Also, GREEN, really green with dots of purple, bright yellow and white flowers.

We were visited in the night by some large beasty thing. We did not see it, but heard its heavy footfalls in the gravel around our tents. I’ll be honest- I was scared. I think it was only a large dear or elk but in the dark I have a vivid imagination and to my ears it sounded more like some alien creature looking for freckles on which to feast.
Nevertheless we awoke uneaten early the next morning. After breakfast and reconfiguring our packs, we headed up again…  further up and further in….

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My Ankle, My Nemesis

Here’s a word I learned recently. Supinate.  It’s how I walk. Yes, I once  even said… it’s how I roll (cue groans).

Supination ( if this is a word) is when you put the weight on the outsides of your feet when you walk. This leads to sprained ankles in folks of all ages and denominations. Including myself. A 33 yr old… uhh.. Baptist? Methodist?
Jesus-ist maybe.

Anyway, here’s how the story goes. Last December I sprained my ankle doing the very tricky trick of stepping off of the porch into the grass. Bam. Or, crack, rather. Crack. Sprained ankle. Did I go to the doctor? No. Did I have have health insurance? Well I did for a few weeks, now that I think back, but all of that was complicated and confusing back in December….

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How To Be

I realized last week that I am a real explorer. It hit me on a random trip to the beach.  At first I sat in the car with the windows down reading a bit of my book, “How to Be an Explorer of the World” by Kerri Smith.  The first thing I noticed is that she suggests doing lots of things I already do as a habit (or a quirk?).

Then I grabbed my bag and camera and headed down to the beach. I walked really slowly and took a lot of pictures… the tide was fairly far in so I clambered over logs in my flip flops and a skirt (a long, flowy skirt).

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I just sort of followed my feelings down the beach and ended up sitting on this log, nestled into a cove of branches, logs, a sharply steep hillside and water… green, sludgy water that looked like some kind of healthy oriental soup. Then I pulled out a piece of paper and started writing down observations, taking pictures, thinking…

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