Monday, May 29, 2017

Revisiting "Up the Mtn" page 6

           The first poem #138 was honkadoried and inspired by a Richard Wright Haiku. 
The second #235 speaks to hiking along the McKenzie River Trail near my hermit hovel. Then seeing yellowed and browned pine needles blown about and sounding like snowflakes as they fell to the forest floor. 
The third #112 speaks to the view at the end of an out n' back hike, about an hour from my hovel. The hike out is a pretty constant uphill hike, one that culminates in a beautiful view. From this lookout you can see Three Fingered Jack and two of the Three Sisters Mtn Range. You are over looking a lush green valley between you and the previously mentioned Mtn Ranges. Your now in the Western edge of the Cascade Mtn Range. Here it rains for days at a time, and has sporadic winds. If you sit long enough you can see helicopter logging going on during the weekdays. On the weekends you can spot helicopter tours going by, or Forest Service- Bureau ofLand Management Helicopter slowly perusing the valleys and Mtn sides. Most all of these helicopter are flying close to the valley floor, so you're usually looking down upon the air traffic below you.
Some of these helicopters are looking for folks like me, living or squatting in this National Forest. Many of them know us and tolerate us as long as we keep our sites clean. As the Forest Rangers will say off the record, "we'd rather have folks that love these woods as much as we do watching out for it". It is truly an awe inspiring place, a sacred place for me. It's where I grew up and where I lived on and off from 19 until I was 52. 


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