She hikes with her two dogs almost every day, taking in the splendor of her natural environment, and this often catalyzes her thoughts and writing.
I never was cut out to step and strut out
Give me the simple life.
My husband, son and I just returned from a four day camping trip in Wells Gray Park in BC, five hours from home. It has some spectacular waterfalls and rapids.
We chose a campground we'd been to before, preferring its rustic quiet setting. We had our cat and two dogs with us. We were serenaded by a thrush trilling deep in the woods as we surveyed our site. Soon after setting up camp, some people arrived at a couple of spots over. I thought to myself that it was too bad we had to have neighbours.
A chorus of apologies came from their campsite, and Jack was barking, paws on the trunk of a big fir tree. The cat clung to a high branch. I called out that I was sorry my dog got away from me, that I thought he was after a huge squirrel, which made them laugh. A huge young man lumbered over, stood under the tree, and casually told me the cat was fine, that it happens all the time.
Meanwhile I was grabbing proud Jack who had treed his first cat. As I dragged my reluctant pooch back to the RV, Jack's tongue was happily lolling out and he looked decidedly victorious. I went back out and met James.
We had a great rambling chat that included summertime job opportunities. They were staying all summer in the campground. (Oh dear, the noise, and the unleashed pit bull!) James gave me his take on cat psychology. He uses his mind to communicate.
In the midst of this, Smokey moved onto a dead branch, fell about twelve feet to the ground, landed on four feet and leaped back to their campsite. Problem solved.
Jason continued to tell me about Egyptians and their worship of cats and how they communicated mentally. We eventually parted ways, he returned to his music and loud friends and I returned to our sedate RV.
Now I felt differently about them. For me, that's what meeting and talking with someone can accomplish. People are fascinating. I meet someone, we find some commonality. Points of view are exchanged.
Through discussion and truly listening, I often experience a shift in attitude when I see things a bit better from the other's point of view. We may agree to disagree, but that is also fine because now I understand a bit more about the other. I told my family about our chat, and we felt differently about the noise from their direction. It was okay.
Magic of Meet 'n Greet!
Bear Scat . . . Say it ain't so!
This was what I had been observing, but still I felt uneasy. I scurried faster, working to keeping up to my son who was galloping along at his normal pace. The bear scat piles seemed to be bigger than ever.
What started as a wide trail with views on both sides was now just a thin snake encroached with trees, bushes and ferns slapping me in the face ... and mosquitoes. Angels, help! Yet there was still the serenading thrush, offering calmness.
Happily, before long we returned to the parking area. Safe! Just a few bug bites extra.
The Simple Life
Wishing you a wonderful week ahead everyone!