Well this was my first new peak since the attack on America.
The original objective was a Collembola Allan traverse, but I was in such a rush to get out the door, I forgot to check the route description.
I also missed an important call. It came just 15 minutes after I had left. I wanted my friend to come along and had called her the night before.
The plane into the building thing could not have come at a worse time. I was exhausted from all the mountains and my unorthodox neo-vegetarian ways and I didn’t even know it.
I also think I was starving to death. There is such a thing as a diet and then there is just going to fast with it. (no pun intended)
This particular day had me out on the mountain alone. It was the first time solo in a long time and I felt very lonely. I missed my friend.
Looking back I am happy to have walked up Pigeon Mountain though, it was a nice day and was extreme peace the likes of which I hadn’t felt for some time. The peace though was tempered with a bit of trepidation. Little did I know that the exploding plane thing was just the beginning. A few weeks later, I was smoldering too.
But I shouldn’t complain, what I went through was sheer heaven compared to what happened to those poor folks in New York. GOD BLESS them, and may they all rest in peace. The same goes for anyone who is a victim of violence. Amen.
OK the mountain……
On the way up, you must walk along a power cut line and the trail sometimes winds into the forest, but you can also stay on the line proper.
Eventually you get to an unsigned junction, your only clue is a pile of rocks and a dead tree pointing the way.
The summit is a big grassy thing and unless you know where you are going you’re likely to end up on a subsidiary speak to the east. No big deal though, it’s just a pleasant hike to the main summit.
I conducted a brown study until some people walked up and asked “are you alone up here” to which I replied “yes until you got here…ha
The popularity of disaster movies expresses a collective perception of a world threatened by irresistible and unforeseen forces which nevertheless are thwarted at the last moment. Their thinly veiled symbolic meaning might be translated thus: We are innocent of wrongdoing. We are attacked by unforeseeable forces come to harm us. We are, thus, innocent even of negligence. Though those forces are insuperable, chance will come to our aid and we shall emerge victorious.
1947-, American Playwright
Suppose that humans happen to be so constructed that they desire the opportunity for freely undertaken productive work. Suppose that they want to be free from the meddling of technocrats and commissars, bankers and tycoons, mad bombers who engage in psychological tests of will with peasants defending their homes, behavioral scientists who can’t tell a pigeon from a poet, or anyone else who tries to wish freedom and dignity out of existence or beat them into oblivion.
1928-, American Linguist, Political Activist