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Issue #115, 4th of July Backpack/Camp-out, Indian Peaks Wilderness/Arapaho Natonal Forest, July 1-4, 2005. After backpacking over the continental divide from the 4th of July trailhead to Monarch Lake, Tom, Mary and Jonathan meet 27 others at a car-camping rendezvous near Lake Granby, Colorado. Haiku and photos by Jonathan with additional haiku by Mary Putman, Tom Hopson, Steve Mechels and David Teitler.
Coyote Park, Arapahoe National Forest
Arapaho Creek
longing for silence
when with friends; longing for friends
when in silence
Grand Lake
fourth of july trail
phaecelia and bistort
in cool morning air
a little adventure
the unknown upon us
where is the trail?
Rich Dissly Getting ready for the run
Mary Putman
my heart rejoicing
for the friends i will soon see,
for this fine tundra
Jonathan, above; Tom Hopson and Rich Dissly, below.
receding snow field
like my receding hairline -
room to walk and think
those forbidden lakes
on the far side of the ridge
boulder's watershed
big mountain meadow
so idyllic, with thousands
of hungry insects
delicate blossoms
thrive in granite hide-away
blue discovery
parry's primrose
and shooting star
crowding waterfall
delicate; soaring
firmly rooted in granite soil
silky blue petals
alpine sunflower
radiant under snow field
cosmic yellow eye
to find direction
we line up magnetic north
and chew small candies
snow and mosquitoes
populate this high valley
rain evaporates
mary takes off a layer
tom waits with baited breath
but the bag hides all
my friend sky pilot
polemonium viscosum
bundle of blossoms
field of sky pilot
like encountering treasure
en route to divide
five mega-pixels
cannot capture
pastel evening light
hearty mosquito
with futile effort i swipe
at zigzag flight path
stupid mosquito
you have left your love-needle
itching in my leg
meadow now a swamp
raging stream barely contains
the winter's bounty
with two scientists
i spend a few lazy days
questioning nature
the games we choose
are all about questions -
twenty questions,
difficult questions -
tom only needs seven guesses
to know i am thinking
of jerry garcia's guitar;
mary reveals wonder woman
after 25 futile attempts,
but i wonder -
why are we here?
do we have a purpose? -
if we and the rest of the universe
are truly recycled star-stuff
perhaps there is no purpose other
than matter slowly coming to terms
with itself,
Margot Lamarque
a self-awareness,
with the complexity required
to have the sort of thought
which i observe in humans
who are self-organized
to the point of self-contemplation.
the meaning of life
cannot be answered tonight
for now i must snooze
though ubiquitous
this common yellow flower
absent from guide book
water, birdsong and a clearing sky
tom marvels at the atmosphere,
it's shifting pressure zones,
layers of complexity,
and if silicone-based intelligence
can ever reach the complexity of carbon.
looking at the map
tom mentions that we should take
the hypotenuse
hopson's trired eyes
reveal lack of food and sleep
still he runs the pass
swath of destruction
avalanche path with young trees
growing through dead wood
exceptional man
he of the long stride, quick mind
science and physique
bangladeshi man
honorary citizen
who watches the floods
skiing biking man
great observer of nature
humble physicist
with cars, bikes and tools
this friend will not hesitate
to lend assistance
poking at mushroom
grown gnarly over water
watching how it clings
stream flows over rocks
water, waves equals whitecaps
macho trout hanging out
lunching right next to
snowy jacob's ladder
polemonium pulcherrimum
half-hearted thunder
before the evening's light show
proclaims distant storm
Julian Mechels
there are two deep impacts
we talk about here in the woods -
one is the deep impact of camping
with kids aged three to nine -
Shaun Teitler
some grumpy, some screaming, some animated -
the other, the impact
of that 800 pound copper disc
soon to be hurtled into a meteor;
a tale told to us
by the ball scientist in our midst,
that such a device will meet it's target
and in exploding, reveal the make-up
of the early universe -
Marley Machen
and so we sit at camp,
hoping for insight into
the early universe,
and of our children.
Julian Alacantara
bistort, columbine
in mutual agreement
about where to grow
sleeping bag has torn
peanut butter tube has split
reach for the duct tape
haiku, photo
photo, haiku
and yet each trip
brings something new
forest solitude
welcoming the disturbance
of distant thunder
fungal parasite
mistletoe reclaims tree,
spreading dank odor
columbine come out
wake up and see the sunshine
show off your beauty
mosquito behold
the blood of thomas the man
muscle and bones - yum
warning thunder booms
the rain will soon fall on your head
too late, said the rain
morning light spreads warmth
on the distant bank a crow
pecks at the mud
the smell of the wind
the moss on the tree
it's dead reckoning
by a tenth of a degree
circling the lake
with several families in tow
speed of light we're not
toddler speed we go
sudden decision
to abort river crossing
leads to moose sighting
marshmallow on hat
flaming exuberance
red brim now sticky
puddle of pollen
in roadway after rainstorm
yellow bathtub ring
the lettuce stands proud
shoulder upright and head firm
after the evenings rain
Coyote Park, Arapahoe National Forest
Arapaho Creek
longing for silence
when with friends; longing for friends
when in silence
Grand Lake
fourth of july trail
phaecelia and bistort
in cool morning air
a little adventure
the unknown upon us
where is the trail?
Rich Dissly Getting ready for the run
Mary Putman
my heart rejoicing
for the friends i will soon see,
for this fine tundra
Jonathan, above; Tom Hopson and Rich Dissly, below.
receding snow field
like my receding hairline -
room to walk and think
those forbidden lakes
on the far side of the ridge
boulder's watershed
big mountain meadow
so idyllic, with thousands
of hungry insects
delicate blossoms
thrive in granite hide-away
blue discovery
parry's primrose
and shooting star
crowding waterfall
delicate; soaring
firmly rooted in granite soil
silky blue petals
alpine sunflower
radiant under snow field
cosmic yellow eye
to find direction
we line up magnetic north
and chew small candies
snow and mosquitoes
populate this high valley
rain evaporates
mary takes off a layer
tom waits with baited breath
but the bag hides all
my friend sky pilot
polemonium viscosum
bundle of blossoms
field of sky pilot
like encountering treasure
en route to divide
five mega-pixels
cannot capture
pastel evening light
hearty mosquito
with futile effort i swipe
at zigzag flight path
stupid mosquito
you have left your love-needle
itching in my leg
meadow now a swamp
raging stream barely contains
the winter's bounty
with two scientists
i spend a few lazy days
questioning nature
the games we choose
are all about questions -
twenty questions,
difficult questions -
tom only needs seven guesses
to know i am thinking
of jerry garcia's guitar;
mary reveals wonder woman
after 25 futile attempts,
but i wonder -
why are we here?
do we have a purpose? -
if we and the rest of the universe
are truly recycled star-stuff
perhaps there is no purpose other
than matter slowly coming to terms
with itself,
Margot Lamarque
a self-awareness,
with the complexity required
to have the sort of thought
which i observe in humans
who are self-organized
to the point of self-contemplation.
the meaning of life
cannot be answered tonight
for now i must snooze
though ubiquitous
this common yellow flower
absent from guide book
water, birdsong and a clearing sky
tom marvels at the atmosphere,
it's shifting pressure zones,
layers of complexity,
and if silicone-based intelligence
can ever reach the complexity of carbon.
looking at the map
tom mentions that we should take
the hypotenuse
hopson's trired eyes
reveal lack of food and sleep
still he runs the pass
swath of destruction
avalanche path with young trees
growing through dead wood
exceptional man
he of the long stride, quick mind
science and physique
bangladeshi man
honorary citizen
who watches the floods
skiing biking man
great observer of nature
humble physicist
with cars, bikes and tools
this friend will not hesitate
to lend assistance
poking at mushroom
grown gnarly over water
watching how it clings
stream flows over rocks
water, waves equals whitecaps
macho trout hanging out
lunching right next to
snowy jacob's ladder
polemonium pulcherrimum
half-hearted thunder
before the evening's light show
proclaims distant storm
Julian Mechels
there are two deep impacts
we talk about here in the woods -
one is the deep impact of camping
with kids aged three to nine -
Shaun Teitler
some grumpy, some screaming, some animated -
the other, the impact
of that 800 pound copper disc
soon to be hurtled into a meteor;
a tale told to us
by the ball scientist in our midst,
that such a device will meet it's target
and in exploding, reveal the make-up
of the early universe -
Marley Machen
and so we sit at camp,
hoping for insight into
the early universe,
and of our children.
Julian Alacantara
bistort, columbine
in mutual agreement
about where to grow
sleeping bag has torn
peanut butter tube has split
reach for the duct tape
haiku, photo
photo, haiku
and yet each trip
brings something new
forest solitude
welcoming the disturbance
of distant thunder
fungal parasite
mistletoe reclaims tree,
spreading dank odor
columbine come out
wake up and see the sunshine
show off your beauty
mosquito behold
the blood of thomas the man
muscle and bones - yum
warning thunder booms
the rain will soon fall on your head
too late, said the rain
morning light spreads warmth
on the distant bank a crow
pecks at the mud
the smell of the wind
the moss on the tree
it's dead reckoning
by a tenth of a degree
circling the lake
with several families in tow
speed of light we're not
toddler speed we go
sudden decision
to abort river crossing
leads to moose sighting
marshmallow on hat
flaming exuberance
red brim now sticky
puddle of pollen
in roadway after rainstorm
yellow bathtub ring
the lettuce stands proud
shoulder upright and head firm
after the evenings rain
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen