I Love Nature

I just bought a new plant from ikea. It's a Neanthe Bella Palm. I'd never owned a plant before, which I've come to regret, because plants can liven up a room in a way that is unmatched by even the best decoration. It's so refreshing to see something green and lush and healthy when all that is outside is turning brown and hardening for the winter.

I'm so thankful for nature. As an avid hiker, camper, and explorer I adore the outdoors. Not like a tree-hugging, granola-eating, hippie liberal, wack job does. I certainly don't cry when a tree is cut down, but I've come to realize that - for the sake of my well-being - I need an escape every once in awhile into the twisting vaults of a sandstone canyon, the sparkling turquoise of an alpine lake, or that point where the endless blue of the sky meets the naked peak of a mountain. Nature brings to mind a sense of peace, wonder, and reverence that does wonders for my health, mentally and physically. I'm thankful to live in a state where the landscape is so varied, and I'm thankful to God for creating it all this way.

Here's to exploring National Parks we've never been to, hiking to heights we've never seen, and swimming in water we never knew could be so cold.

-Barry

Bonding with Nature

The following is a random camping experience I remembered today while talking to a friend. May it inspire you to enjoy the outdoors this summer. :)

When I was young, my family and I would camp in the Sierra Nevadas every year at a place called Rock Creek. The campground is found just south of Yosemite, North of Fresno, California, near Bass Lake. It was a pristine wonder of nature, with deep, crystal clear pools of water, natural waterslides worn into the granite, and plenty of trails laden with fragrant bear clover. I absolutely loved that place.

We always reserved the last campsite in the campground - it being the closest to the forest, and the nearest to the best swimming holes, providing us with near-instant access to hours of aquatic fun. Every night after dinner we would put our plates out at the edge of the forest, piled with the scraps from earlier meals. Like clockwork, minutes after putting the plates in place we'd have a little family of four or five skunks come to our campsite and feast on the little smorgasbord.

As I remember, the skunks were there for three or four consecutive years. Every time we'd take our little offering to the edge of the forest, eliciting a response from the same little family of animals. We knew it was a no-no to feed the wildlife, but they were adorable and never bothered us... just quietly ate and then retreated back into the woods. I assume that during those years, there was never an altercation with other campers, and wonder if anyone else fed them like we did.

Then one year we came up and on our second night laid out the plates waiting for our little friends, but they never came. We mentioned it to a nice old lady named Opal that kept the campsite, and were told, by her, that apparently in the year prior some campers with a dog had been staying in that same spot we always chose. Their dog had chased the skunks into the bushes one night and was sprayed. After that the skunks never returned.

I've always felt a little guilty for having contributed to a situation in which an eventual conflict between man and nature seemed inevitable, but I loved the bond with something wild - no matter how small - that was developed during those visits to Rock Creek.


-Barry