Although I do enjoy the company of others immensely, I am by nature a solitary cat. I think that's a big part of the reason I spend so much time in wild places with "50 miles of elbow room". Funny how solitude can be a companion.
Early April the stress of daily life had taken its toll, and I really needed a couple days with my friend the wind.Luckily I know just the place. Formerly known as Clacky Camp, now called Mouse Camp due to, well, mice. If you've ever had this uninvited camp-guest, then you can understand my disdain. These little guys like to shred things and leave a trail of tiny poops, not fun. And true to name, a few of us who have camped here have unwittingly transported these little furry friends from forest to town.
Aside from the mice, it's a gorgeous place to camp. It's low level rainforest right on the banks of the mighty Clackamas and surrounded by old growth trees and the spooky hoot of night time owls.
Fish Creek Mountain, still covered in deep snow. Once the site of a USFS fire lookout tower.
I spend the weekend hiking, exploring, resting, reading; earning a much needed rest and reconnection with source.
The night before leaving town, I had a dream about a large black bear climbing over a dirt ridge, studying me, then sauntering off. It was a powerful dream and stuck with me. What did it symbolize? Communion? Dominance? Fear? Or just the scrambled eggs of a human mind trying to sort out a life of experience? Of course it is impossible to say. I was however quite surprised to see the same ridge as my dream, guarding the banks of the Clackamas and forming a high perch. Didn't see any bears though.
The Clackamas River, draining a nearly infinite bathtub and fat with spring snowmelt
As the sun sets over another adventure, with my systems once again regulated by the setting sun, I am sad to leave. I can only thank God that I have the ability to have these adventures, breathing fresh air and mingling with the infinite, if only for a spell. Each creature has it's day in the sun, vital and free.
Swami Shantarupanda once remarked, "darkness defines the flame".