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Today's song is a classic from Johann Sebastian Bach, a movement from one of his most well-known, secular cantatas. The song is Schafe können sicher weiden (Sheep May Safely Graze), the song that my mother and father walked down the aisle to.


 
Yesterday I went for an impromptu hike, an attempt to quell the boiling anger COVID-19 has stirred up in my heart over the smallest of inconveniences. Rather than drone on about the experience, I'll give you the pictures I took with sparing commentary. I hope you enjoy the scenes along with my selection from "the most relaxing Bach album in the world... ever!" (at least as far as this publisher was concerned).

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Tree blown over by the wind, ripping up the asphalt of the path with its roots
The works of man uprooted. Poetic justice, really.

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Three paths in the woods: two moss-mottled asphalt paths and the beaten-down trail
Many paths ahead, and none are wrong. I took the middle way

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A few walking sticks made by past hikers, left leaning against a tree.
Hikers love leaving gifts for one another... more on that later.

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A stump covered in mushrooms
The fungi seemed to love something about this stump. I did too.

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An asphalt path covered in a lot of moss
Moss is one of my favorite things, and this path seemed like its favorite thing.

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Foot trail leading off the asphalt path and towards the creek
I took a detour off the asphalt when I spotted this foot trail leading towards the sounds of rushing water.

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Rushing stream with trees framing everything nicely
This tree was posing nicely, begging for me to take the shot.

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More rushing water, but these trees took a few dips, their bark is gone
Maybe the ancient instincts took over. I felt compelled to follow the stream for a while.

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Pair of abandoned swimming trunks
I'm sure someone had an interesting story to tell about this.

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A cave in the distance
I spied a cave...

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Closer look at the cave
Then that ancient sense of curiosity took over, so I had to get closer.

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Black, spray-painted pentagram inside the mouth of the cave
This pentagram persuaded me that backtracking or crawling across the fallen tree to reach the cave wasn't  worth it.

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More odd symbols near the cave.
The other collection of symbols nearby further confirmed my decision to backtrack to the main trail.

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Exposed tree roots covered in moss
Something elegant about the way these roots allow themselves to be seen.

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Small patch of evergreens near the creek
I was happy to visit his clearing next to the stream twice as I worked back towards the main trail. This spot was marked by a collection of evergreens, and the birds loved to hang around this spot. They sung to me from above, like little angels.

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The rest of the walk back to the trail was the same sights, and the path I took was a short loop, as I wasn't dressed to handle an extended hiking adventure up the mountain. I did see that a ranger was arranging a few things on the bulletin board, but he hopped in his truck and drove away before I could get close enough to chat with him. I don't think he even noticed me through the brush.

I packed up in my car and got ready to leave, but then a car came down the mountain road. In the short moment that it sped by I noticed that it was covered in snow, and that ancient sense of curiosity led me yet again.

The drive up the mountain was pleasant, but the snow there wasn't nearly as impressive as the vehicle made it appear. Nonetheless, I continued to the peak of the mountain. I was hungry by then, and driving isn't something I consider a fun pastime, so I made the decision to turn around in a "subdivision" I knew of at the top of the mountain. I say subdivision, but it's more like a few houses along a nice, paved road that ends with a fence that says "PRIVATE PROPERTY." I just so happen to know that beyond that fence is a large community of individuals that live in trailers. A friend of mine from high school used to live there, and I would often take him home after school during my Junior year (Nice guy, rough upbringing. His brother had struggled with childhood leukemia, predictably a thin boy, but alive and well to this day).

As I began the drive down the mountain I passed the upper trail entrance. I had forgotten the upper trail entrance existed! This meant I could easily get to the overlook without committing to a demanding hike. How could I pass that up?

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The entrance to the upper trail, a well-defined, single trail with some wooden beams used to keep motor vehicles out
Blessed symmetry.

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Fallen tree that hung over the path ahead.
Blessed asymmetry.

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Many moss covered rocks and loose stones that made up the path on the upper trail
The upper trail: steep and rocky. Some views must be earned.

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A creek cascading down the rocks
It seems I took a wrong turn.... This path led down to the creek, not up to the overlook.

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Lichen-covered tree, long dead
Dead, lichen-infested tree. The perfect symbol for my resolve at that point.

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Nearly perfect circle of lichen growing on a rock
Pleasant patch of lichen that made its home on a cozy stone.

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Rocks arranged into steps
I can hear my knees screaming, "You'll regret this in the morning."

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More rocks, sticking out from the side of the mountain
These rocks didn't ask me to climb them, but they demanded my attention.

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An old, beaten up log covered in all sorts of different mosses
An ancient log with many stories and even more secrets.

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Another log, covered in as many mosses, but seemingly younger
Another elder log, seemingly younger, and an open book.

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Red, blooming flora of some sort that lived on the log
Yes, yes, tell me all your secrets, elder log.

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Flat rock on the trail with some yellow legal paper I shoved under it
I stepped on a flat stone on the path, and the earth near it heaved. My brain told me it was a great place to hide something, so I wrote a note to a future friend. Soon I will return to see if they replied.

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Tree with a gnarled top
I didn't see it at the time, but as I look at this picture of the gnarled tree that caught my attention, I see Jesus upon the cross.

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The path I meant to take, marked by yellow paint on the trees
Follow the yellow brick road.

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The overlook, a large perch at the summit made of rock, you can see into the large valley below.
The overlook: the lips of the mountains were parted, the wind howled through the valley, and I was sure this was the throat of the world that sung songs to God above that our ears couldn't comprehend.

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A black plaque that was embedded in the stone. It was psalm 61:2
Someone before me surely felt the majesty that graced this place. They left this verse, a line from a song of David. The full song:

Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer.
From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy.
I will abide in thy tabernacle for ever: I will trust in the covert of thy wings.
For thou, O God, hast heard my vows: thou hast given me the heritage of those that fear thy name.
Thou wilt prolong the king's life: and his years as many generations.
He shall abide before God for ever: O prepare mercy and truth, which may preserve him.
So will I sing praise unto thy name for ever, that I may daily perform my vows.

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The exit of the upper train, the way back to my vehicle
The portal to and from this sacred place.

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My adventure ended here, and I left the mountain. I don't consider myself a believer in anything, and I could easily be described as someone too skeptical for their own good. However, I can see why so many people believe so many wonderful things. Even as the agnostic man I have become, I can't shake the sensation that I communed with something far greater than myself. Something that lived, breathed, thought, and reigned over all.

Did I simply connect with nature? Did I find the ancient Mother Nature that has inspired so many? Did I attune my energies to the earth? Did I meet God on a mountaintop?

I don't know, but I hope to return and figure this out for myself.

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