But there was a view he wanted to show me, so off we went...
It's an old broken down paved road that leads the way in.
A giant mountain 'knob' (I call it) across the freeway.
I again notice the many locks in waiting.
This is beginning to really fascinate me and bring up questions.
Why so many locks?
Do they ever get used, say at nightfall?
This time I initially saw less Hope.
I saw desolation and destruction and debris left by man.
There was road trash from the highway. There was rusty stuff and off the road, an informal Paintball area (complete with forts to hide behind and piles of paintball trash left behind)
I saw some of what was left behind.
Left where they fell...and some stacked, by who?
I saw pasts that led to drop-offs and ruins.
I saw steps to nowhere
What once was lives on in this grand entrance to empty
This site had been cleaned up since our last visit,
but there was still much left behind.
And it was dry, very dry.
The highway had light traffic...but it was still loud!
However, the sky was bright and I spied wildflowers sprinkled here and there.
And there were gates to go with the locks.
Gates easily walked around.
Gates created to be walked right through.
I wondered how much good they really do.
Gates with an army of locks, tucked in their
This hike left me wondering about coming and going...
about past and present...
about finding beauty where at first you do not see any.
And yes, I wondered if Hope was still there.
Upon arriving home, I discovered a
rather battered crow feather right outside the front door.
This felt like a symbolic find for me today,
so I placed it in the log near the door.
I know I'll be grateful to see it as I come and go.
Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2013
~Note: In creating the link for the Hope post, I of course reread the post & comments and it was just what I needed tonight! Finding Hope is always helpful.
~Also, when I got home my neighbor called me to ask if I knew who ruthlessly 'pruned' her pepper trees. She planted them after the removal of the 5 trees I mentioned in the Hope post. Odd coincidence.