The hike to the Wallabee River was well worth the mudslides, the small stones clicking like castanates, as they danced down the path.
One foot steps easily, as the next foot does a point and slide. Canyon walls echo her secret thoughts. Those mind streams that say...If I turned around now I may get back to the camp before dark. I wish I had a big urn of hot lentil soup prepared,welcoming me at the campsite, and tent and air mattress ready for my tired hot feet and sore muscles.
Knowing the difference between dreaming and reality, she clutched her soft bear totem in her left pocket, and pushed on. After all, Mayeesha was with a group of fellow campers from sleep away camp, and would never make it on her own in these dark woods.
Wearing her green poncho, she felt her sweat rivuleting down her back, her backpack loaded with a a change of clothes, a flashlight, bugspray, anithistames(in case of beesting), madlibs, colored pencils, graham crackers, marshmellows and chocolate.
Yes, when we would get to the larch lean-to, there would be plenty of time to relax before sleep. There would be campfire songs, s'more making and silly stories about the birds and the bees---with her fellow "chickadees".
words and photo, by kate lamberg~(c) all rights reserved)
One foot steps easily, as the next foot does a point and slide. Canyon walls echo her secret thoughts. Those mind streams that say...If I turned around now I may get back to the camp before dark. I wish I had a big urn of hot lentil soup prepared,welcoming me at the campsite, and tent and air mattress ready for my tired hot feet and sore muscles.
Knowing the difference between dreaming and reality, she clutched her soft bear totem in her left pocket, and pushed on. After all, Mayeesha was with a group of fellow campers from sleep away camp, and would never make it on her own in these dark woods.
Wearing her green poncho, she felt her sweat rivuleting down her back, her backpack loaded with a a change of clothes, a flashlight, bugspray, anithistames(in case of beesting), madlibs, colored pencils, graham crackers, marshmellows and chocolate.
Yes, when we would get to the larch lean-to, there would be plenty of time to relax before sleep. There would be campfire songs, s'more making and silly stories about the birds and the bees---with her fellow "chickadees".
words and photo, by kate lamberg~(c) all rights reserved)
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