I’m a dork. I was a OTR truck-driver for four years and would stop at all the interesting places I found along the way while driving cross-country. One I’d had my eye on was an Audubon Society preserve. Since I passed by that area several times I made my plan to check into this small family run hotel and walk over to the preserve. Things fell into place. I conveniently ran out of hours. Managed to bobtail to the hotel. Checked in. I remember they had very strict rules about staying there. I ordered something to eat that night and the next morning I hiked over to the preserve.
I entered a forest. Now you might think you know what a forest is but you don’t. This parcel of land was untouched. Basically this must have been the kind of forest Native Americans lived in. The place had an aura, a feeling, an energy. Vines hung down from the trees making me wish I was brave enough to try a Tarzan stunt. Sunlight illuminated moss covered boulders. The air felt dense with magic. Turtles clogged every fallen log that broke the surface in the small pond.
Desert people say if you spend seven days in the desert you are washed clean. This is how it felt when I walked through this forest. I am grateful to the people who realized we need to preserve these natural places where we can be washed clean.