Sept17th:
clouds split in half across the sky
water laps at the shores
trees a brilliant evergreen as fall colors seep into the shrubbery
birds call and on their wings the wind is gentle but steady
one can hear it rushing through the leaves off at great distances
the sun sinks slowly rays still lighting the peaks
a splash in the water someone or something swimming ?
I lift my hat off my ears hoping to learn more… but nothing
stobs stand proud dotting the lake
protruding through weather and water worn boulders in geometric form
something is indeed across the lake
ducks looking for something to eat
the chill has bitten me through
and so I am to continue to listen from another place
Camp is a buzz with the sounds of zippers
On rain flies, tent doors, and sleeping bags
The rustling of tarps, mummy bags, and leaves
The sky fades off into beautiful hues and I realize my camera is in the bear hang
I listen close to the distance hoping to hear an elk bugle or wolf cry but only the turning of the page meets my ear
Sept19th:
The clouds roll in as the sunsets and a storm threatens to settle in
I batten down the hatches though I hate too it blocks my view
I find thoughts rolling through my mind just like the weather and I don’t know whether or not to give them the time
The season is changing coming to a close and so much of this is just beginning to grab hold
I’m not yet prepared to make the switch over to a life without an outdoors that screams come to me for I will pluck your soul strings
Kaci Worth
Christian Meny's Crew
Western Wildlands
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