There were lakes high and warm and beautiful. Arucaria trees and their beautiful bark, and flowers more than one's eye could capture. I walked into the wilderness one day. Hiking up and away from Pucon, away from civilization, into a quiet place unto my own.
Ahhh, the trip was really getting under way.
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ReplyDeletei love the texture of the bark in the second photo.
ReplyDeletethanks for continuing to share!
nice pics.......good to see you....nice shirt...your missed down here in Flagstaff......D
ReplyDeleteBasho, the founder of Haiku, for the introduction of his famous road novel "Oku no Hosomichi", he talked about the wanderers.
ReplyDelete"The months and days are the travelers of eternity. The years that come and go are also voyagers. Those who float away their lives on ships or who grow old leading horses are forever journeying, and their home are wherever their travels take them.
Many of the men of old died on the road, and I too for years past have been stirred by the sight of a solitary cloud drifting with the wind to ceaseless thoughts of roaming..."
Eug, your writings are always inspirational. Pix are too. I always taste Haiku flaver in them. We even eat sushi in South America, why not Haiku?
-Aki
Looks like an awsome and spectacular place. I was glad to find your blog, via the Vulture. Have a great trip, I hope to see you in Oakridge this summer. -- Chris
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