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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 21, 2019 22:02:17 GMT -6
Wilderness Journal
Mystical visions of my communing with nature surfaced for me today. Especially there was this natural swimming pool upstream from a waterfall in Louisiana. It was late October and too in the cool season for a swim. But I took a dip anyway. As I stood neck deep in the water I felt hundreds of minnows nibbling on me. It was an immersion in wonderment which I will never forget. Right then the sun had gone almost all the way down. But the sensation was compelling enough to keep me floating with the baby fish in this strange dance.
Yes, the national forest up north is gorgeous. My last trip there was kind of foolhardy. I did it as a day trip, four hours each way. Then I hiked eight miles round trip over rugged terrain. When I got to the middle of the wilderness area I got disoriented and didn’t know the way back to the car. So I got scared and looked for the trail in some sharp leaved bushes which cut my arm until it was caked in blood. Some boy scouts had left a while back and I sat down calling to them for help. Then I calmed down and sat on top of the bluff gazing across the hills and letting my mind relax. I looked behind me and voila there was the trail. I made it back before dark and drove home. That was my last trip there and my only one solo.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 22, 2019 20:53:08 GMT -6
What a quest you journeyed on, John. It was time to be afraid when you found yourself lost and alone. I know you will never do that again but it is one scary adventure to reflect back on. |
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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 22, 2019 23:09:36 GMT -6
Indeed I won't likely attempt such a thing again. And the prospect of spending the night out there with no shelter, food, or water was harrowing. I just thank my lucky stars I saw the trail and made it out.
XoXoXo
John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 23, 2019 20:16:25 GMT -6
I have a friend who is a survivalist. He is also a hunter. Makes his own bows and arrows. He has some beautiful bows and has made them for his children, his grandchildren and many of his friends. He only hunts bears and has never killed but one and never wanted to kill another one. He still likes to go to bear mountain every year, sometimes several times a year. Always takes his bow and arrows with him but never hunts them anymore with intent to bag them. He is only there to watch them.
He travels light when he goes. Takes but very little food for a week or more stay. He knows all of the nuts, berries, greens and fruits that are safe to eat. He fishes and hunts small game to survive on. He always goes alone. To be safe and in touch with his family, he checks in with the game warden in the area and tells him where he will be camping and when he will be leaving and tells him if does not come down at that time, they should send someone to look for him. In case she needs him, his wife can reach the game warden and the game warden will deliver a message to him. He has been going there for years and he knows all the game wardens. He thoroughly enjoys the life of a mountain man. We used to call him Grizzly Adams. He is a great guy.
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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 23, 2019 21:09:02 GMT -6
Your friend sounds brave. And his knowledge of the edibles out there must be vast. He reminds me of my late grandfather who also was a hunter. I went on hundreds of fishing trips with grandpa. one time he took me hunting and I just stood on the hill with the gun listening to the dogs and praying no deer came by. But my outdoor memories with my former wife are heavenly. She and I hiked the trail I described many times. Once we got lost but my compass led us to the car. She and I took a road trip to the grand canyon once and hiked part way down. We also mountain climbed near Taos, New Mexico. But she showed her courage with me on a mountain climbing trip in North Carolina. We hiked up a five thousand foot mountain. Coming down from the summit a mighty thunderstorm came down. I got scared but she said, "Don't worry John, we'll be just fine." She wasn't worried. And she gave me the encouragement to make it with her. She was a native New York City girl but she became an outdoorswoman with me.  XoXoXo John |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 24, 2019 19:04:19 GMT -6
That is wonderful, John. I'm glad you have some beautiful memories to sustain you during lonely times. I have those as well, of my soulmate.
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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 24, 2019 19:39:49 GMT -6
Our soulmates give us strength even after their passing. The memories give us passion even in the shadow of grief. The last two nights my dreams have been intense. I dreamed I was just graduating college and my grandfather rewarded me with a trip to Morocco. I was excited by the material the trip would give for my writing. But my wife was crying because she was afraid of flying and couldn't go So I would be far away from her. But I let the plane fly without me and comforted my wife.
XoXoXo
John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 24, 2019 22:49:03 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Apr 11, 2019 21:00:27 GMT -6
Your good night tags such as this one take me on a journey to the source of dreams where magic is unfettered. Thank you for blessing my nights with your art.
XoXoXo
John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Apr 23, 2019 19:26:45 GMT -6
Seems we have a mutual admiration for the passionate art of the other. I'm happy that you like my form of art.  |
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Post by goldenmyst on Apr 23, 2019 20:07:03 GMT -6
Love your peeking in tag. Her eyes smolder with passion with an exotic look.
XoXoXo
John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Apr 23, 2019 23:12:56 GMT -6
Thank you, John.  |
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