Mt. Doug Hiking

A break in the clouds and I am out the door faster than that pesky squirrel that runs across our roof. It’s been days and days of rain. The trees are saturated, foot paths are slippery with soaked fallen leaves, and mushrooms of all sorts have sprung up. I hear about a visiting Ontario couple that have been camping through the rain, but I don’t run into them–survivors. The forest is quietly taking the rain to its roots. I take stock of fallen trunks and washed away banks. The water pours down the mountain, and I gather fallen greenery for a wreath.
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Mt. Doug Hiking

It’s been awhile since I posted; I have been away on a tropical vacation. It took me over a week to locate myself. Ceiling fans sounded like dripping rain, and in swaying palms I kept hearing the wind through Mt. Doug firs. Is it possible to be so grounded in a landscape that you need to physically adjust to a new one before you can arrive mentally? Daily bright sun, and playing in the warm ocean swells helped my body adjust to a new landscape.

Did the mountain miss me?