Acadia National Park, Blackwoods Campground is a good hub for exploring Acadia, a park rightfully deserving its reputation. Beauty is everywhere and glorious. Specifically, the Jordan Pond Loop Trail is a highly rewarding experience photographically and ecologically.
A bonanza for the body and spirit, climbing Mt. Cadillac South Ridge Trail was challenging, but doable. Meeting wonderful people and sharing food and life stories made the day. The landscape turned from forest to stark bedrock, but life still thrived in rain pools, enlivening the barren landscape. View from the top was wondrous.
Eagle Lake, Acadia National Park, ME. Circumnavigating the lake was a perfect way to round up my sola trip. Inexhaustible beauty, from smallest details of the forest floor to grand vistas of mountains in automn colors reflected in tranquil waters. Using walking path over carriage road made hike interesting.
As automn is coming to a close, I kayak over the pond for the last time and take some loon pictures on location, with the row in my hand and the cellphone in the other. We enjoy a great getout with oldies music and beer. Eventually I pack up my wonderful trip, ready (kind of) to resettle in the Middle East…
The epilogue is an attempt to appreciate the physical and psychological long-term effects of my sola camping trip, especially my decision making processes. “On this trip nobody penetrated the space between me and my agency, so every mistake or misstep were clearly mine and owned, as well as every decision well taken.”
Just like we have everything,
We could have had nothing.
No natural law prescribes
Hot water in the tub,
Apples in the pantry,
Body cream and lotion.
Be it on the RIng of Fire,
Or the Hurricane Trail,
The slaughterhouses of war
Or the flying nukes path…
It’s the location, buddy…
I need to be reminded daily
That this exists over there,
Having it own place around our sun,
As we read the “news”, watch TV…
No, you aren’t fighting just for your people,
The Kurdish Braves,
But for all of us,
The 51 percent –
The 100 percent.
Like arid land in summer
My dry heart thirsts for you,
RIding a tide of lust,
I surge and search for you…
When inside,
You wish – out
So as to witness from a distance
How it ripples, waves…
When outside,
You wish – in…
I like to be
Stranger in a Strange land
Like to not be
where you are from
where I’m from
Not belong
an Other
Look at the dead cat’s body
Sprawled on your neighborhood street
For ten minutes.
Look straight
Don’t blink.
Help!!!
Time is killing me
One minute at a time
And nobody comes to my aid.
All manuals fail,
Parents aren’t here to kiss it better
Happiness pursues me
But she is not my match.
I will always beat her
In this game of catch.
Acadia National Park, Blackwoods Campground is a good hub for exploring Acadia, a park rightfully deserving its reputation. Beauty is everywhere and glorious. Specifically, the Jordan Pond Loop Trail is a highly rewarding experience photographically and ecologically.
A bonanza for the body and spirit, climbing Mt. Cadillac South Ridge Trail was challenging, but doable. Meeting wonderful people and sharing food and life stories made the day. The landscape turned from forest to stark bedrock, but life still thrived in rain pools, enlivening the barren landscape. View from the top was wondrous.
Eagle Lake, Acadia National Park, ME. Circumnavigating the lake was a perfect way to round up my sola trip. Inexhaustible beauty, from smallest details of the forest floor to grand vistas of mountains in automn colors reflected in tranquil waters. Using walking path over carriage road made hike interesting.
As automn is coming to a close, I kayak over the pond for the last time and take some loon pictures on location, with the row in my hand and the cellphone in the other. We enjoy a great getout with oldies music and beer. Eventually I pack up my wonderful trip, ready (kind of) to resettle in the Middle East…
The epilogue is an attempt to appreciate the physical and psychological long-term effects of my sola camping trip, especially my decision making processes. “On this trip nobody penetrated the space between me and my agency, so every mistake or misstep were clearly mine and owned, as well as every decision well taken.”
Just like we have everything,
We could have had nothing.
No natural law prescribes
Hot water in the tub,
Apples in the pantry,
Body cream and lotion.
Be it on the RIng of Fire,
Or the Hurricane Trail,
The slaughterhouses of war
Or the flying nukes path…
It’s the location, buddy…
I need to be reminded daily
That this exists over there,
Having it own place around our sun,
As we read the “news”, watch TV…
No, you aren’t fighting just for your people,
The Kurdish Braves,
But for all of us,
The 51 percent –
The 100 percent.
Like arid land in summer
My dry heart thirsts for you,
RIding a tide of lust,
I surge and search for you…
When inside,
You wish – out
So as to witness from a distance
How it ripples, waves…
When outside,
You wish – in…
I like to be
Stranger in a Strange land
Like to not be
where you are from
where I’m from
Not belong
an Other
Look at the dead cat’s body
Sprawled on your neighborhood street
For ten minutes.
Look straight
Don’t blink.
Help!!!
Time is killing me
One minute at a time
And nobody comes to my aid.
All manuals fail,
Parents aren’t here to kiss it better
Happiness pursues me
But she is not my match.
I will always beat her
In this game of catch.