WoolGathering I Go
....not all who walk know where they are going,
not all who wonder know how to use their mind,
not all who waunder are lost in the woods of their choice,
but then who but a poet can woolgather on paper just as in the forest….
These are the memories I create,
....of waunderings out here in the woods,
....that encompass me on all sides of my environmental up-bringing,
....where often the one doing the dreaming,
.....awakens to find that all is more then a dream.
And so with camera, canteen and backpack, I set of for a night in the wild….having decided that it was time to go off alone. Alone….now there’s a well mis-used word, since who is ever alone out in the woods. The problem is that most of us make so much noise in the woods, that one wonders….if and why they never see any-thing….but rest assured, you are being watched. Why of course if one wants to really have a good night out in the woods, then the next time your sitting at camp or tucked into your sleeping bag….ask your-self, ”at what point does the hunter stop being the hunter and become the hunted ? ” Well as I was saying earlier, lets get to walking and so here seems to be a good place to cut in for trail-talk….
....the trail gets a little hidden here and I like it that way, as this can help to turn folks back that are easily put off, while offering more to those that can read sign and push on….
....hidden, deep and dark it is in here at this point, but none to fear as we shall yet leave this darkness of depth in time for some light yet to come….
....ah yes, a tall one….and so I stopped to lean against and share a moment of silence….
....and out of those dark woods we now come into the light higher ground that climbs upward, while the light of early evening is still shining through….
....again memories, memories of an-other time in the history of New England….when the land was cleared and farmers grazed their livestock out here. And yes we are far out into the woods, but then I also know were the remains of water mills and more have been along with this patch of barbed wire….
....so up ahead we’re approaching our campsite for the night…..
....no-tracks, no-sign of other humans around and the place seems much as it was when I left in the early spring. Folks don’t get out here much any-more….and yes, I like it that way. In the late fall and into winter and snow, there are times when folks come through on horse and thats all-right as horse folks understand what it means to be out here….
....just an-other view up here….
....and no, we want be making a fire since I’ve got the jet boil along for boiling water for tea and rice noodles, along with some fresh brussel sprouts, peanut butter and crackers. As for the fire, well I should mention that I practice low level site disturbance and all that comes in goes out, without damaging the area….
....and when we leave in the morning, heres the trail we’ll be taking. Did I tell you now comes the best part….sitting in silence and in about 20-30 minutes these woods are going to come alive with abundant sound….
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/