A conventional timeline suggests that time moves relentlessly forward. A pocketwatch shows that time moves in perpetual circles. All I can say is that time...moves...me.
Most trails take you through parks or forests. This one took us through time.
I'm at Mount Rainier National Park with some SCA crew leaders and local volunteers. Our board of directors was here yesterday, helping to redirect part of the Wonderland Trail after a rain-swelled, ravenous Nisqually River took a giant bite out of the trail near Cougar Rock last winter. Today the directors and other senior staff are in Seattle conducting their summer board meeting, but I stayed behind at the park.
So Iâ€™m watching the Oscars last night (has there ever been a less entertaining television broadcast?), and among the endless Coke and Cadillac commercials is a spot for CSI: Miami. Apparently, a man-eating grizzly bear is rampaging through the Everglades. Yeah, the Everglades.
The episode doesnâ€™t air until tonight, but my guess is someone had a grizzly cub as a pet and later flushed it down the toilet. You know what happens then.
You may not know Rebecca but youâ€™d be a better person if you did. Altered, at the very least.
Rebecca has directed dozens of SCA trail and restoration projects. She is wise, optimistic and caring. Tender, patient, and a bit shy; she would probably prefer that I not post this. But most of all, she is passionate. About nature. About stewardship. About life.
â€˜Tis the season for noting Americansâ€™ behaviors, habits and peccadilloes.
The Census Bureau has just issued its 2007 Statistical Abstract. Divorces are down â€“ likely due to fewer marriages than truer love, we now drink more bottled water than bottled beer, and more of us are injured by wheelchairs than lawnmowers (though it would appear that DWI is a diminishing factor in such accidents).