BBfanboy
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Joined: 8/4/2010 From: Winnipeg, MB Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: Canoerebel As the peace dividend continues, I've spent a lot of time in the woods. What I do in the woods stays in the woods. What I think about in the woods used to be John III, mostly. Not about his pasty white thighs and other Yankee-like proclivities, but what he was up to and what I'd find when I got home and ran the turn that was almost always waiting in the inbox. So I did a ten-mile hike Thursday, on a cold, winter-like day with the wind whipping the mountains. Since I didn't have John to mull over, I waxed poetic. And knowing this audience is almost uniformly a fan of mediocre poetry, I want to share it with you: SOUTH-FACING SLOPE In shadows on Fort Mountain’s north side, ice ribbons sprout from naked earth and curl back, like wood-shavings hewn by a craftsman. And in shade on Turkey Mountain’s lee side, icicles drape a craggy woodland outcropping, raggedy, like a forgetful man’s untidy beard. The frozen wind whips each mountaintop, tail-end of a nor’easter lashing the coast, snatching warmth through shirt cuff and collar and teasing between buttons. But at noon, the sun smiles kindly on the spongy leaf-litter cushioning Double Knob’s south-facing slope. An invitation is given, unspoken, unmistakable, to take a seat. And I do, for lunch. Not bad! But the lunch sounded a little pedestrian (in the commonplace activity sense). I expected you would be marvelling at the two faces of nature you just experienced. Still, it brings back memories of similar experiences and long forgotten images! Kudos!
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