Here
in the Blue Ridge, this Monday morning of Memorial Day, where I’m hiking, I am
alone. The trail is mostly dirt, gentle up hills, down hills, switch backs, a
few steeper climbs. The perfect hike to warm up my hiking legs. The path cuts
through a field where tall grasses grow. Wildflowers. Now an opening After
hiking through a large field to an open meadow. Leaving the meadow, I sit on
moss, pen in hand when I see a hiker approaching. A young man wearing shorts, a
white shirt, cap, a small pack on his back, he hums his way along the trail,
sees me, or I see him. I say “Hello.”
Hardly
pausing he says, in a voice that sings more than it speaks, “Hello, how are
you?”
And
he’s on his way, humming, again.
A
breeze stirs the air. In the pale blue sky, the rumble of an engine. A plane I
can’t see. I love these colors, this particular blue of the sky, these leaves
on the mountain laurel, on birch and beech. Conifers.
An
artist at the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts where I’m in residence
loves color. Vibrant color that dances and sings. His colors come to him as he
paints, and he describes for me a white rabbit, a golden monkey, a dancer
spinning inside her red dress. I see only shape and texture. Color, of course.
On
the trail again, I pass the hiker who passed me. He’s sitting on a rock beside
a stream, lighting a small burner, eating breakfast or lunch at nine forty in
the morning. At a trail junction, I notice that my reading glasses are gone.
They slipped through space between the waist band of my trousers and the
waistband of my pack. Go back? Continue on? I’ll need to come up with a better
system for carrying my glasses. This will be the second lost pair of reading
glasses in as many hikes.
Now,
on the Appalachian Trail, I’m meeting section hikers, a through hiker, a young
woman, heading to Maine. I’m thinking about my glasses again, when I hear a
voice. “Ma’am, did you drop some glasses.”
The
humming hiker. In his hand, my case with the purple swirls.
Beautiful, Sandell. So in the moment. Enjoy your time in the beautiful outdoors - and during your residency.
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The beauty of the Blue Ridge. The place and the people.
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