Rejuvinated by Radium and moving on to ?? (Oct 1, 2011)

As I recall, I left  off in my last post as I was limping down the steep hill into my camp at Radium nursing a wounded knee. (Nothing to do with the battle in South Dakota) As I descend down the steep grade, I watch a car pull up next to Moonbeam and park. Ut- Oh, trouble I think. Watching from too great a distance to even yell a threat to leave my stuff alone, I watch helplessly as this car moves here, then there, scootching closer to my camp then repositions yet again. What the heck??? Then I see whats going on… This blonde lady gets out and starts setting up a tent! By the time I limp back into camp, she has set up her tent and is gathering firewood. I welcome her to the neighborhood and introduce myself. Her name is Leslie.  She is all of 24 years old, starting her doctorate degree at CU and is an extreme water kayaker.  Time slows to a crawl as I rewind back…and back…and back, to being 24 again. Holy crap, not much to compare to. Hell, I’m not sure I can remember being 24!! Anyway, as we stand there in a light drizzle not long before dark, she asks me about the hot springs and where it’s at. I hope my face didn’t show what my mind was thinking at the moment. Are you crazy??!! It’s raining, nearly dark and the springs are over a mile hike away! Gawd I so admire the boldness of youth!

I watched in amazement as she nearly sprinted up the steep hill to the springs as I put a bandage on my scraped knee. I told her that I would have a warm fire going and to join me if she wanted opon her return. Later we put together some things for supper and talked late into the night watching the embers of the fire dance a quiet waltz under the watchful eyes of a million stars. These are the moments that can only happen if you open your heart to people. I often see too many people in too many places that are always moving in a circle that is small and constricted by lord only knows what. Let it go…relax and expand your boundaries. Let life intrude a little!

The moon by now has made its appearance and dips behind the western mountains when we say goodnight.  Still not sleepy, I walk along the little stream in the remaining moonlight. Just me and the night…these are some of my most precious moments.  With limited sight I find my other senses are awakened. I hear more, I feel more.  The smell and feel of the dampness along the stream seeps through my skin as I open up to the night world around me. There are sounds of bats swooshing through the night so close I can feel the air move from their wings. Looking up into the near moonless sky makes me dizzy as I try to focus on the thousands of twinkling light above. As I continue to follow the stream picking my way through the darkness, I am over whelmed by how small I am in a Universe that’s so grand and diverse as the one that surrounds me here, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere.  My answer to those who wonder why I am compelled to do what I do is to sit here with me tonight. It will be self-evident I believe.

I awake early and make breakfast for Leslie and myself. She plays her guitar for me before she packs for another day of white water rapids. Two souls meet for a moment in time and both leave richer from a chance meeting when their life circles crossed. Before leaving she tells me; “I can only hope that when I’m your age I can be just like you.”

Whow. I leave it at that. 

Leslie

"Beautiful Spirit"

Update from the ‘Third Coast’

Guardians of the Navigation markers

Mercy me, it’s been nearly a month since I’ve posted even a single word. For shame for shame. Those who know me personally are aware of my habit of ‘dropping completely out of sight’ trick. They seem to occur with random predictability, in other words, every so often. I’ll blame being effected by Lunar cycles as the cause knowing few will buy it. But that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Have you figured out where the Third Coast is yet? In the three years I’ve been hanging around here, I have noticed the big time frequency in which the term is found but it never made any sense to me. Duh… East Coast, West Coast and the third is the Gulf Coast. So maybe my Lunar theory has more effect on me than I thought, like my brain!

The problem with my van, Moonbeam, still persists. No better but no worse either. It’s like getting used to walking with a limp, you just learn to live with it. I’ve put the “Mechanic in a bottle” stuff in the gas tank and replaced the fuel filter but no improvement. I think now it might not be the fuel pump either. Updates to follow as the story unfolds. I can still get around so I’ll work on it when I get to it. I mean, why do today what you can put off until tomorrow, right? (rest assured after that statement, it will stop dead in the road next time I drive it!)

The first night back on the Coast I made the 4 minute ferry float across to Mustang Island and Port Aransas. Once there I met both old friends and new as we all gathered at Waves Coffee house. It was so good to see my dear friend Susan and Stuart Michael Burns, singer/song writer extraordinaire. Colorado Carolyn popped in as well as Captain Chester of the Stray Cat. My new friends are gals from the internet group “Women-go-solo” that have converged here for a get together. It was a very nice welcome to my winter quarters.

clockwise, Capt. Chester, ?, Susan, Stuart, & me sailing on Stray Cat (1/1/2011)

 The Red Tide bloom was going full-bore for the first few days back and it made visiting the shore unpleasant for everyone but the crazy crowd. It effects the respiratory system of most folks. My new friend Carolyn, not from Colorado, and I braved the Tide early one morning and enjoyed coffee and breakfast on the beach. I had forgotten the added culinary experience of anything enjoyed ocean side….sand!

Breakfast served sea side with a hint of Red Tide & Sand

A few days after arrival, I had a chance to take Carloyn sailing aboard the Stray Cat. When we arrived at the Marina, I found my great friends from Dallas, Doug & Trish waiting to join us on the water. Oh my what a time we had! Carolyn probably wondered what kind of party maniacs she was sailing with. She thought it would be just a three-hour tour. But instead, at dark thirty pm and eight hours later, we docked back at the Marina! Damn, now that’s how it’s done aboard the Stray Cat!

Stray Cat sailing with dolphins In the Gulf,

I’ll leave you for now with a few pics from Port A. Next time I’ll pick up where I left off as the summer was winding down and I continued my travels and adventures in Colorado and Utah.

Kemp's ridley sea turtle, on endangered species list

Sunset over the Dunes

Sunset Solitude