hiking – Life Along The River

Yellow

Just the other day. Yellow. As we walked through a wet forest toward an unknown place. Stop hikers and ask how far? Embarrassed after they pass. We’re mountain climbers. Trail builders. “When was the last time we did that?” my husband asks. “How far to the lake?” But we are tired after a late…

Ancient

We are ancient, or think we are. Our tired knees and bruised heels tell us so as we climb from the valley floor to the lookout, the one perched high on the ridge above the valley. We spend an hour here before descending to the lake for camp. We make dinner and eat as the…

Entering the Caldera

The buffaloes arrive just after the father walks to the river with his camera and the mother and boy sit and eat snacks on a bench near the car. It seems as if all of sudden the buffaloes are there, sauntering with heads swaying, between the cars and up along the sidewalk. The mother and…