Once you get to the top the view is spectacular; to the West the beloved Olympic Peninsula and all its mountains, to the East the North Cascades, of the Zen-beat fire watchers.
There is a seemingly endless number of gorgeous, scenic spots here on the Island, places each with its unique set of memories, but each time I make it to the top of this cliff, I am in awe of its beauty and magic.
I have loved this hill wildly since I first came here, and it also holds memories of C. and my first adventure together.
A few years back, when we had just met, we decided to watch the full moon rise on the mountain. Hiked up at dusk, set up our sleeping bags, our snacks and a camera to film the moon moving across the landscape. It was a clear, gorgeous August night. Untill, at around 1 AM, a drizzle began falling. Within minutes it had turned into a Northwest downpour and the trail that we were hiking down, was not only steep, virtually invisible in the dark, but also a creek. By the time we made it to the car (with at least one close call on the cliffside) we were soaked.
The memory makes this hill even more dear and magical to me.
On the top of the bight, in a little dip, there's an old rope swing that's strung on a branch of pine tree. It makes for a terrifying delight to swing towards the rocky cliff-edge on it. The first time I ever hiked this hill was with some friends who were bringing the swing up. I guess that makes it about 10-years-old.
I have a picture of myself swinging on it at age 21; smoking a cigarette on my last night on the Island. Little did I know that I would call it home a mere 9 years later. I hoped and dreamed and schemed and willed and here I am, with the most wonderful partner in crime I could ask for.
Before our expedition I hung out with a friend's old dog on her deck, eating berries, drinking nettle tea, and working on my ideas and journal entries.
We also fortified ourselves with a quesadilla and some carrot-beet-ginger-lemon-juice at the restaurant where I work.
The weather is definitely effecting my dress-sensibilities (or lack thereof), it's all yellow and flowers and leggins.
I got this little ceramic heart from my then-best-friend Jonna some 25-years ago. That makes me feel old. And young at the same time.
I'm sending sunny days where ever you are. Nothing but good vibes and sunny days, man.