https://everitte.org/lxze17lw “I love going out of my way, beyond what I know, and finding my way back a few extra miles, by another trail, with a compass that argues with the map…nights alone in motels in remote western towns where I know no one and no one I know knows where I am… I have lost myself though I know where I am.
https://luisfernandocastro.com/hf95gbg5642 Moments when I say to myself as feet or car clear a crest or round a bend, I have never seen this place before. Times when some architectural detail on a vista that has escaped me these many years says to me I never did know where I was, even when I was home.”
https://ragadamed.com.br/2024/09/18/qpkhwr4cck ~ Rebecca Solnit, in A Field Guide to Getting Lost Cheap Valium India
Finding Your Way, When Home is Being Lost in the Wilderness
Blue Skies, Yellow Trees
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” ~ George Eliot
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Bo Mackison is a photographer and the owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC.
Wilderness Exposure
Devil’s Garden Trail explores some of the Utah back country in Arches National Park. Your reward for scrambling over rocky surfaces, navigating the narrow tops of exposed sandstone fins, and then climbing up and down short, steep crevices is a view not many people see – eight spectacular arches, and back-country worthy of many oohs and ahs, and a few comments, such as “I can’t walk on that #%*& ledge!”
Though most cairns (markers that let you know – really – you are still on the trail) are rocks stacked up in a pile, a previous hiker took the time to re-arrange this cairn into replicas of two hikers. So by looking at this photo, you can see we are precisely where we are supposed to be, even though we are vaguely lost.
At this spot, our choices were to scramble over the dome in front of us, or deal with the tangle of dead wood around the side. We scrambled up the rock, which thankfully was not slippery, and then slid down the other side. No sweat! (Yeah, right!)
As was most evident to us, the trail was the worn path on the rocks. I kept my sights on the spectacular stand of fins ahead, and kept taking deep breaths. The trail marker at the beginning said the hike was not appropriate for people who suffer from extreme agoraphobia (fear of heights) – what about those of us who only have a minor case?
But I exaggerate! I loved this hike. We started at dawn and returned to the trailhead about 2 in the afternoon. I’ve seldom seen such magnificence. Worth all the bits of anxiety and lack of oxygen. (We were at a high elevation for Wisconsin folk!)
Then we went out for beer and pizza. It seemed the only reasonable thing to do.