Oversite Canyon Day I Pt2

2023-09-27

We are up a favorite canyon in the Huachuca Mountains. We just explored an old homestead in ruins, speculating about life here a long time ago. Now, we’ll learn a little more about those days.

Just a bit further, there is a water source in the creek bed.

It is now thick in reeds, a lovely riparian spot.

A bare sloping rock rises slowly enough to avoid a slip as we climb and leads to a nice perch above.

We squat down, sitting quietly discarding belongings.

First, before preparing a snack, we sit and settle into our being in rest.

A lone sycamore leaf falls. We hear just the sound of the brook falling over, through and off rocks.

“Do you hear that?”

A gentle peaceful voice answers, “Umhum.”

Below us there are fluorescent yellow flowers in beams of light in a shady spot.

Two grey squirrels shuffle down a tree. As they scamper, falling bark gives us notice that the tree is dead and moving along in life’s cycles.

Wild mint is so sweat in the air. It is mixed in with the reeds. I lean over onto an elbow, stretch and pluck some to try a taste. It has a unique wildness to it. “I want to take some home to root and plant.”

Wind takes all of the sound away. It comes and then goes.

Across the way, a hunter’s chair sits in a tree.

I think back, about that old truck door lying in the leaves. Did they drive an old truck up here? But then again I contemplate and find a joke. “Maybe, they were gathering parts to make a new one?”

Ivy creeps up a tree, but there is no indigenous ivy here. Somebody introduced it, long ago.

A young sycamore’s leaves dance oddly in the wind.

Next to us sits blue agave. Home brewed Tequila?

What was it like? I have to wonder about the changes, 100 years of erosion, the age of the trees, did they also sit on this big rock? Was the lower part of this huge stone slippery back then, with leather soles, probably boots?

The ponded water is very clear. I spit out a plum seed. It tumbles down the slope and into the bank of the pond. I might have planted a tree.

I see emerald green moss on a purple rock shining brightly.

Then, I watch the perfect changes of a leafy branch on a rock’s shadow.

In certainty, we have been given what we need today.

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