Monday, July 16, 2007
We drove up to the Catskills for a long weekend - the weather was cool, in the 70's, and the skies were full of sun. We stayed at a bed and breakfast in a gorgeous old Victorian house surrounded by woods, with a view of the blue and green mountains. It was so restful to be in such a quiet place, with no cell phone reception, sirens, or crowds. It reminded me of the old house I lived in just after college - I could see green trees from every window and loved to fall asleep on my bed in the sunshine, just like a cat...
Our first day we hiked to the foot of Haines Falls, a thin stream of water descending from a great height and ending in a violent tumble of huge rocks and muddy shale. I stepped gingerly around the green mossy rocks, freezing my feet and legs in the cold, cold pools. The next morning we found a path to the top of the falls and we stood at a dizzying height on the fragile cliffs, looking out at the valley. It was strange to think how long this place had stood exactly so - every rock was covered with graffiti from every imaginable time period - from the 1800's to 2000. How many people had stood here, just like this, and seen the same thing I was seeing?
Places like these always leave me very quiet and overwhelmed, sort of the way I feel when I look at tombstones. To think of life, a very sacred thing, and yet there are so, so many lives, and so, so many people who have been alive, who have been my age, or who never lived to see my age. Life can be so dizzying when you think of every soul that's lived it...
When I'm overwhelmed, I look at flowers, they're like poems anyone can understand.
Later, we went tubing and I had... not much fun. Within 15 minutes I'd been knocked out of my tube, and was prying it off my head while trying to surface and being dragged downstream. I clung to my tube like a drowning rat while my worried boyfriend tried to come after me which resulted in him losing his shoes and hurting his feet on the rocks. Luckily for me, a kindly kayaker helped me get back in my tube, and his wife rescued my boyfriend's shoes. And I had another hour and a half of tubing to look forward to:
All of which resulted in the highly emotional work you see above entitled: Danger: Tubing Sucks... ;)