Poetry in the Rain

Fishing on a mountain lake without a single soul is always second best to fishing on a mountain lake with my family, even if that family sometimes skips rocks (a fishing kill joy), yells across the lake, or brags relentlessly. In my childhood home world, fishing with a non-family member is annoying (no one else is supposed to be here!) and fishing with several groups is unheard of where we go – unless of course we’re fishing in the North Cascade lakes or streams off highway 20 which I consider an absolute highway for hikers and fishers alike. The only time in the last couple decades I’ve been solo on those lakes is when I’ve snowshoed into them before the trails were officially open.

Rainy Lake – 2012

Turns out – when you have a father who is an avid hiker/backpacker, you can pretty much go where the crowds are thin. When you add poor weather (50 degrees and rain) to the mix it pretty much guarantees you’ll have the lake to yourself. Name of lake you’ll need to discover on your own. That’s part of the beauty of exploration and adventure – curiosity and a good map leading you into the wild Pacific Northwest is all that’s required.

Today we decided catch and release was on the menu as we weren’t so daring to cook up a meal besides Cup ‘o Noodles in the rain.

The fishermen got down to business….

While the fishermen were discussing things like whose fish was bigger, what flies were working, who was catching any and where, Eden and I decided to fish ourselves, only with words. The conversation may or may not have included words like, “UUMMM – that’s dumb. Is that the best you can come up with? Really?” It also included promises to pay for future therapy while encouraging creativity to be less concrete than the “gray sky.” For the osprey in the tree next to us, it likely sounded more like a conversation one expects at a bar after a few drinks – plenty of laughter in between sentences like, “I can’t believe you said that. I’ll be scarred for life.” “You’ll be fine. No truth, no gain.” It may have been followed with shoves on the arm or not, like two girlfriends vying for the one barstool – only in our situation, it was the positioning on the garbage bag beneath us laid out like a picnic blanket. In spite of ourselves, the inspiration was plentiful – laced with God’s magic.


Specifics unseen in it’s shadow

Rain-soaked soil, the grave of a fawn

Colorless trees, flamed a decade ago, line up like forgotten dominos

Clouds, slate-colored, cover the sun,

dropping pieces of gray, drop by drop

I walk one foot in front of the other

down, then up, sometimes over, other times under

In the shadow, I’m hard to notice

— In collaboration : E & K

Our Scene

Raindrops at the tempo of 1 1/2 beats

Trees naked from the fire of 2009, stand together unashamed

Tripod -170,000 acres burned

Lines cast of the non-movie type

Two sets of trees and mountains

One real, one moves in the wind

Crackling behind us – manmade,

Mosquitos dive bomb

Fish eat, a safe distance from shore

1/2 beat tempo, slapping of hand on body parts –

Blood, usually one’s own, leftover

Boredom of the non-city type

Orchestra of the senses

— In collaboration: E & K

Rain Ain’t Stopping this Crew
Cameraman Missing in Photo, Bears in Role of Photographer – Unavailable

All ended well. No melting of bodies – Oz style, nor extreme coldness to our bones. Just a well-lived summer day, adventuring in the conditions provided for us. May you find yourself an adventure soon – preferably with good company.

July Reflections


July refreshed my soul.  I enjoyed two of my favorite things, hiking and music throughout the month.  I had many grand plans of cleaning out things like drawers, closets, and my garage.  Sadly, not much got accomplished as far as that goes.  We had too much fun!  Take a look.

Photo Review:


Above: Eden and I did our first alpine trip together.  Early Winter’s South Spire route.  We had a blast!  Below:  Before we began we ran into a Nannie and her three kids.  Then, when we were hiking down the mountain we got to see a group of Nannies and kids.  P1010439Mimi and Grandpa had some new kittens when we visited.  Jack the Cat P1010389 Kali…P1010376 A hike into Cutthroat Lake:  (next three pics)IMG_4930 IMG_4898

Cutthroat Lake

Cutthroat Lake

Goat Peak Lookout hike where we got to see helicopter supply drop offs, calling in a fire and spectacular views.  Below:  My adventurous parents.  Well, my dad anyways.  My Mom was a courageous conqueror.  2+ miles straight up with a rest about 2/3rds the way up of 7 steps of flat terrain before maneuvering uphill again.IMG_4865 IMG_4855 IMG_4820 Eden found a friend along the trail.IMG_4784

Hollywood Bowl! I went to three concerts.  Then the OC Fair for the Band Perry.   Harry Connick Jr. with Aunt Michelle visiting from Ohio —  IMG_2912IMG_2868Then….IMG_2910Not Pictured:  Circus Musica…Below The Band Perry with EdenIMG_2966 Quotes Worth Chewing On:

“Living did not mean one joy piled upon another.  It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindness and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected twist in the game.  One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same way, regardless.” (p. 146) by Lorrie Moore in The Best American Short Stores 2013 Edited by Elizabeth Strout

“But our notebooks give us away, for however dutifully we record what we see around us, the common denominator of all we see is always, transparently, shamelessly, the implacable “I.”” (p. 136) — Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem: Essays

“News can make a person a little crazy also. News like, “We regret to inform you that you have failed your sanity hearing.” — Judy Ruiz, Oranges and Sweet Sister Boy

Songs on Repeat Mode:

I Shall Not Want by Audrey Assad

Flawless by Mercy Me

Break Up in a Small Town by Sam Hunt, really the entire album has been listened to over and over, Montevallo

Hell Of A Night by Dustin Lynch

Love and War by The RockAteers

I’m So Sorry by Imagine Dragons

Shine Your Light On Us by Robbie Seay Band

Books on My Nightstand:

Naked by David Sedaris

Slouching Towards Bethlehem: Essays by Joan Didion

The Bill from My Father by Bernad Cooper

Thirst by Mary Oliver

An Invitation to Silence and Solitude by Ruth Haley Barton

May your soul find refreshment.

Until Next Month,