Hells Half and Honaker, Spring 2018

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Dave

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Find yourself a soft patch of sand along this riverbank. Let's muse for a moment or two.

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We can discuss the elements, the sand and wind and sun.

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We're granules of sand in water. We bump and swirl in an eddy, sometimes settling into place among our peers, sometimes swept along in the maelstrom.

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It's a beautiful journey. So let's marvel at the illusions of light that manifest along that thin interface between a crumbling cliff edge and a sky pregnant with rain.

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Engage in a bit of synesthesia with me. We'll sense the warmth of sunlight on skin and reminisce over how desert air steals moisture from our pores. Does it make you thirsty?

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We desiccate as the icy water carries our boats downstream.

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Perhaps you share these impressions. Perhaps not. I fear they're too experiential. Sensation has little heft here, on the screen of your phone.

Or maybe you're sitting, sedentary, before a computer at a desk. Skeptical. Unmoved.

How can I help you feel the grit that gathers in the corner of your eye amid an upstream wind?

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Or hear the timpani thump of your straining heart as you run up dusty switchbacks to bid farewell to the last of the day's fading light?

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Or struggle for breath as the uncertainty of rolling water's chaos strips away the security of your daily life?

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We're so rooted by civilization. Cooled by air conditioning. Fed refined sugar. Perpetually connected.

Notifications, alerts, emails. How I long to replace them with the clacking call of crows and the question-and-answer honks of geese.

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Disconnect me. Reconnect me to the water, to the wind, to the sand and to the sun.

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I miss the friends of my youth. Why don't I ever tell them that?

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Now we're all grown, or so we tell ourselves.

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For shame, you've allowed me to ramble. Back to the point.

Let's you and I commit to make more of these short lives we live.

Let's wake from sleep, stretch our atrophied limbs and scorch under the summer sun.

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Let's shed our reptilian skin, quit lurking and preying upon one another.

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Let's allow the river's current to carry and deposit us where it will.

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And when the sun finally sets, we can reflect like the silver slither of moonlight on a river's riffle.

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Rockskipper

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Really nice, Dave, beautifully done. You reminded me of these lines from the famous poem, A Summer Day, by Pulitzer Prize winner, Mary Oliver:

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
 
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wabenho

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Very nice! Thanks for sharing! Love your words and pics - especially the comment about friends from youth and the shot of the bighorn lambs to go with it.
 

Miya

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Wonderful. Thanks for sharing your beautiful photos and words.
Great wildlife. Cute babies!!
 

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