It hits like a freight train, I get this uncanny urge to wander off into the mountains. It builds up like water against a weak dam. When I try to describe this to some family members, it angers them. When I was in high school, some of my friends thought I might be suicidal when I would venture into the wilderness, alone. On one occasion they went looking for me, because of this. At first I was surprised that they would consider this, but grateful that they cared enough to do so. Maybe people thought I was shy? In reality; I had a love affair with the lonesome wild. I’ve always had a wanderlust, a motivation to venture into the hills. My mother put a scrap book of poems, artwork, and stuff from my earlier years, up through my teens, and I profess the same things now, as I did then. Some poems I read were clear back to 1996 when I was 14. So this isn’t some passing phase.
My Samurai is working again. It is a bright lemon yellow, so if search and rescue ever have to come looking for me, it won’t be hard to find. I’ve been taking some more risky trails lately due to my 4×4 capability. Having this power comes with more responsibility. Most people think I’m crazy to go to places like the Mormon mountains, alone. The problem is I cannot persuade anybody to come along. So it is just me and nobody! My brother, Joe, is coming home from New York this July, so I hope he’ll accompany me on some of my storm cloud expeditions?
The real fact remains, that I prefer going into the wild alone with no-one accompanying me. It is a very different experience then when I’m with others. Things happen then. When I’m with people, I talk too much. When I’m alone, it’s just thoughts and emotions. It’s easier to tune into the unknown and ponder this beautiful world.
I’m tired of the same regurgitation. The mountains hear my plea and they are always listening. 😉