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I actually wrote this Haibun a couple years ago, but it didn't have an ending ... so now I've finally completed it :) A true story about by first backpacking trip in Cascade, Idaho ...

 

Unfortunately the character limit wouldn't let me post it all in one go ...

The day would pass in blissful brightness, with our brains on auto-pilot. The stories we'd tell and the memories we'd conjure up from years past, one couldn't help but think we were all running on about four pots of coffee each with the energy that was pumping through our veins. From jokes about serial killers in the woods, wondering if we were ever gonna find the lake, to the constant face-palms of: Why-didn't-we-do-this-sooner? and We-should-do-this-more-often! It was an indefinable mix of regret at having not done this earlier, and joy at the prospect of more to come. To this day I can still recall the feeling of sitting by the shore of Hidden Lake, watching the sun set behind the tall mountain peaks that threatened to shatter the sky, knowing full well what would happen if I didn't gather wood for the fire soon. The darkness would encroach, and the temperature would drop to such that even the leaves themselves might shiver. The sun took his role once more as the proverbial clock, and the moon, his mistress, would instill within us that feeling of yearning long buried beneath decade's worth of city distractions. Joel would be chopping sticks and logs, and Monica would prepare the sausages for the fire, while the rest of the gang (Jonathan, Brandon and I) struggled with setting up tents. Deeply knit eyebrows, tongue stuck out in deep concentration, as if anticipating future interstellar flight. It came to me shortly after, once the pegs were pegged, flaps were zipped, that if by some miracle Buzz Aldrin stepped into the woods on that fine snowy evening, he'd happily affirm my suspicions: it's not rocket science, folks. The mirror of the lake would turn into molasses when the sun finally set. The flashlights would be drawn, cutting into the night like light-sabers or futuristic cyclops if headlamp is more your style. The rest of the crew were all huddled around a crackling fire, and I'd be changing into my skivvies not 10 feet away. Why? Because I could. coals smolder a spark cleaves to the sky

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Date: 6/10/2016 6:21:00 AM
Beautiful narration, Timothy, and awesome Haibun overall. Makes me wanna get out there again (there being nature, as I have never been where you adventured). Gottah put it on my list of places I have to go. You're an amazing writer-a great thinker and observer. I'm really enjoying reading your work. Always, Laura
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 6/20/2016 11:12:00 PM
All places are beautiful, if your heart and mind are open to see what surrounds us. Thanks, as always, for such riveting and thoughtful feedback, my friend!
Date: 5/29/2016 5:20:00 PM
OUTSTANDING final KU, Timothy. I love how you insert such easy humor into your writing as well. I loved the whole thing.
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Date: 6/5/2016 10:30:00 PM
Thank you very much Andrea! I'm proud of that final haiku, myself ...
Date: 5/21/2016 5:27:00 AM
You writing style is so relaxed, it adds to the effect and makes us feel like we are part of the experience. Stewart Maclean would be proud of you.
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/26/2016 1:07:00 AM
I am honored, Richard. Now I must look up this "Stewart Maclean"...!
Date: 5/20/2016 4:29:00 PM
Excellent narration, Timothy! I would encourage you to use this form more often; your style of writing is perfect when it comes to a mixture of prose/poetry. The haiku worked very well; liked the turtle and end ones best. ~ Regards // paul
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/26/2016 12:48:00 AM
Thanks for giving me (yet again) another tasty morsel of insightful feedback! I've written other haibun, but this one was my favorite, probably because it was a true story.
Date: 5/19/2016 2:08:00 AM
This was so entertaining I didn't want it to end. I forgot to mention in your first part when you spoke of hunting for John Denver's Rocky Mount High song, what a fan I am. I got to meet him on a flight not long before he was killed in that plane crash. He was very nice and polite and I got to visit with him a bit. Kudos on this great haibun Timothy! #7. ; )
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/26/2016 12:11:00 AM
You are blessed to meet so many fascinating people, Connie! Don't know much about him, as a person, but I sure do love many of his songs and his distinct voice!!
Date: 5/18/2016 2:58:00 PM
Wow Tim what an excellent story. I believe it could even go out further and you could turn this into a short story or book....just lovely
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/26/2016 12:09:00 AM
Pleased you liked it so, Tim! It was a wonderful trip for me, full of wonderful memories, even if it only lasted one day.

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