Monday, August 01, 2005

Creek Walk, A Note from Scott, Silk Creek Editor

I went out to the creek for a walk at 7:30pm. It was
a pleasant summer evening and I was struck by the
passing frontal clouds in the northeastern sky. Then
a breath of summer fresh air came and I put my sandals
on and went down with only camera in hand. I wanted to camp but it was too late to
get even the essentials together and up there and set
up so I just went for a creek walk. I walked down to
the jaccuzzi falls and sat for nearly an hour.

Again, I had nothing more than my camera so I didn't write
anything. I was trying rather to cleanse my mind of
clutter and noise and fear and anxiety and boredom.
In the end, I was not entirely successful. I think to
be successful I will have to make it a 2-3 night
experience with just a pad and a few books. To allow
my sense of time to slow but to keep boredom from
filling the space.

Coming back after sitting there so long was kind of
spooky. It was dark and I debated whether or not to
return overland or stay in the water. I chose the
latter because I was afraid I might stray off the
trail or contact poison ivy under the dark of the
forest canopy. The creek was a guaranteed path to
where I started. Going upstream, I could not see the
bottom and was unsure where the deep parts were so I
kept to the banks where I could.

Occasionally I would
snare a thick taught spider's web on my neck or face.
There were lots of bats swirling around me.
Occasionally a strand of seaweed would wrap around my
ankle which just felt strange in the dark "invisible"
water. I was alot wetter coming back than going out.
It was a much slower return trip because I didn't want
to trip or fall.

I did trip and nearly fell in the
deep just when I passed your writing rock. I got very
wet saving myself and my camera from total immersion
there. That was a close (and very splashy) call!.
The moon would have been helpful I think but she was
nowhere to be seen on this now overcast sunday night.
Anyway, I survived the late evening creekwalk in the
dark and may be up at the designated campsite this
week.

Scott Carter

11 comments:

peacorpus said...

Well, I certainly hope it won't be as "splashy" the next time. And less spooky. I hope you have a nice time camping out this week. ;) o:)

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Do be safe Scott. I want to come there with you but things have fallen to pieces here.

peacorpus said...

Hi, Mary. I hope things are better? If not, yet, will pray and hope that everything will be. Love and kisses and hugs for you always.

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Things are a little bit better now, but not resolved. At least he is WRITING to me. Not talking to me yet. But that's a good first step. I am eagerly hoping we can resolve our issues and return to our former happy state.

Thanks for asking, and thank you for your prayers and good wishes. We could still use a little more help in that department.

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Good news, Keith called tonight and spoke to me briefly!

peacorpus said...

yahoo!!! ;-)Here in the Philippines, I would have said YEBA!!!

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

What's YEBA mean? Does it mean YAY! Yahoo? Whoopee? Tra la la?

I'm so happy! :-)

peacorpus said...

YES!!!That's what it means, exactly. And I am sooo happy for you too. ;-)

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Thank you. I'm so happy for myself, too.

I wish I could be happy for YOU, too! :-)

peacorpus said...

Well, I am happy I guess, in a different way. But at least I have settled my feelings and emotions. I cried last night though, because something came to mind and well, I guess brought back some happy memories. Ironic, isn't it? That something happy can bring tears. But I cry both when I am happy and sad.

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

I cry when I am both happy and sad also. Happy memories may make me cry out of loss of them, or even potential loss. I always cry at weddings and funerals. And graduations. It's sort of embarrassing.

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