I can still remember the day that I took my son Anthony and his cousin, Sean, climbing up on Mount Hood. It was a glorious day, the sun shining, the skies a dark blue against the bright snow and ice above. Strange as it is, I can almost look left in my mind’s eye and see the two of them grinning ear to ear as we went higher and higher up above the clouds that morning in Oregon.
Disguised as “vacations”, we would organize our family trips to look for potential places to retire and Oregon held a certain allure to my wife who had lived there years ago. There was so much to explore in such a short period of time, and as usual, she had us superbly organized. Leave things to me, and I’d likely have us camping on the beach out of a 1967 VW Hippy Bus…
Seems to me that it was our turn now to show the kids the wonders of our beautiful planet and to instill in them a profound respect for our wild spaces. We’d been camping with them for years, but Oregon was truly grand! The approach to this was fairly simple, just bring them there, let it all soak in at an early age, and they’d never, ever be satisfied to live an ordinary life again. A curse, perhaps, but a spell worth casting.
I’ve come to understand that the best remedy to our man-made ills is to simply drive far away to grand, natural spaces. To stoke up that wonderful and magical feeling of awe as we stand before treasures such as Crater Lake, the Grand Canyon, and the Impact Crater is to imbue within us an undeniable feeling that we are small and fleeting in the grand scheme of things and this, I have found, is a great relief. None of us is really important at all. Trade the BigFootprint McMansion, ditch your rarely used yacht, and live in the footsteps of John Muir! Simple is good, and hey, pretty affordable to boot!
So many of our worries and ills are unnecessary if we would simply remember to leave the man-made chatter in our rear view mirrors. There’s a James Bond type red button in your Austin Healy labeled, “Screw the drama”. Press it now! And as in his movies, your vexing villain will soon be ejected out of the sunroof never to be seen again.
The other day I dropped off my old hiking boots to get resoled. It was almost as agonizing as dropping of my little ones at day care years ago.
“Three weeks or so?”, I asked.
Smiling, the healthy and fit woman in her late sixties with the long, grey pony tail, smiled a bit and answered with her eyes. It was clear, she’d kick my ass up any mountain around here.
Two weeks to go while my right foot heals from surgery and my old hiking boots get a second life. Can’t wait. My son will be home on leave and maybe the four of us can take a slow, long walk into the wild.