Twin Falls in January
Jan. 28th, 2003 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikI am very tired (did too much on too little food, so dinner put me into a stupor)... but a few thoughts from the hike...
I did Twin Falls again. Short but hilly, and I go there a lot, but it's the first time this year. I balance liking to go to new places and liking to come back to places I've been and see them change through the seasons. And of course, Twin Falls has my favorite place to do Taiji of just about anywhere. But really, I went there because I didn't have much time.
Is it all the trees? When I go there, I often feel a little light headed, and oddly pressed in on at first. Too much fresh air all at once? I love the woods there, from the dark cedar woods full of moss covered dead spurs to the stands of white birches in stark contrast along the shore.
I spent a lot of time telling myself that I'd only go as far as the lookout, or as far as the really big old growth cedar, so I'd have time to make it back in time for dinner before class.
Dinner was a luna bar.
I rushed the hike a little, and made it to the bridge. It's wonderful -- firm and sturdy, but stretched between two cliffs, with one waterfall behind and above it, and another before and below. Wet wood and hiking boots made for an interesting surface, but all in all it worked. (Slap kicks and hiking boots, though...)
The falls are tremendous. I've never seen that much water going through them, and the river is much higher than I've seen it, either. (Which is part of why I headed out there today.)
It's January, which should be the barren time, but so much isn't different. I found miner's lettuce everywhere, and avens in bloom. Nibbled on licorice fern rhizomes, which explode in your mouth with the taste of bitter licorice.
Along the high trail a bit before the bridge there is a decaying old cedar trunk, partially hollowed out so that there is a cleft like a gothic arch opening to the hollow. A dark red and orange shrine, with the wood falling away in geometic patterns. Somewhere tucked away I have a piece of artwork I made from a chunk of wood I pulled out of the heart of a tree that had been split open in the storm... But this was complete, as it was.
My knees are stronger. (Though apparently I strained something enough when I fell yesterday that my right ankle is sore and wobbly. Not too bad with boots, though. And the butchered foot held up just fine. Better than it would have pre-butchery.) Bagua is changing the way I walk over uneven surfaces.
I made it back to the car just as the sun was setting -- and remembered that I was supposed to be class early to go over Master Feng's form. Made it... more or less.
I did Twin Falls again. Short but hilly, and I go there a lot, but it's the first time this year. I balance liking to go to new places and liking to come back to places I've been and see them change through the seasons. And of course, Twin Falls has my favorite place to do Taiji of just about anywhere. But really, I went there because I didn't have much time.
Is it all the trees? When I go there, I often feel a little light headed, and oddly pressed in on at first. Too much fresh air all at once? I love the woods there, from the dark cedar woods full of moss covered dead spurs to the stands of white birches in stark contrast along the shore.
I spent a lot of time telling myself that I'd only go as far as the lookout, or as far as the really big old growth cedar, so I'd have time to make it back in time for dinner before class.
Dinner was a luna bar.
I rushed the hike a little, and made it to the bridge. It's wonderful -- firm and sturdy, but stretched between two cliffs, with one waterfall behind and above it, and another before and below. Wet wood and hiking boots made for an interesting surface, but all in all it worked. (Slap kicks and hiking boots, though...)
The falls are tremendous. I've never seen that much water going through them, and the river is much higher than I've seen it, either. (Which is part of why I headed out there today.)
It's January, which should be the barren time, but so much isn't different. I found miner's lettuce everywhere, and avens in bloom. Nibbled on licorice fern rhizomes, which explode in your mouth with the taste of bitter licorice.
Along the high trail a bit before the bridge there is a decaying old cedar trunk, partially hollowed out so that there is a cleft like a gothic arch opening to the hollow. A dark red and orange shrine, with the wood falling away in geometic patterns. Somewhere tucked away I have a piece of artwork I made from a chunk of wood I pulled out of the heart of a tree that had been split open in the storm... But this was complete, as it was.
My knees are stronger. (Though apparently I strained something enough when I fell yesterday that my right ankle is sore and wobbly. Not too bad with boots, though. And the butchered foot held up just fine. Better than it would have pre-butchery.) Bagua is changing the way I walk over uneven surfaces.
I made it back to the car just as the sun was setting -- and remembered that I was supposed to be class early to go over Master Feng's form. Made it... more or less.
