Thursday, July 28, 2005

the voyage of the falcon fish

an (abridged) ichthyologist's guide to Falcon Ridge:

the steepness of the hill did not defeat me.
the master horse was arrogant, & his sweet companion fled to another fence. the burros however were most benevolent & sincere, & suddenly i understood their recurrence in holy parables.

children in tie-dye & varying states of undress whirled & yelled, catapulted up & down hills with the joy of discovery: so many ways to make noise. there is a kind of freedom in hippie children that glows in the dark, a kind of exploration, a way for mothers & fathers & old cousins to reflect ideals untarnished by anything but green grass & blue sky. we can all dance like 6-year-olds on the hill.

i heard little of the music--more that it washed over me, a tide rising & ebbing back into the crowded valley with all its color, leaving tidepools of surpassing clarity between tents, unique little microcosms of stranded musicians.

i climbed to Snaggle Rock in the dark & they graciously shared their dandelion wine. sparklers & cell phones set the valley to shining like the sky.

i wonder what the local Long Hill Farm population believes about the yearly recurrence of so many bare bellies & bracelets & boys in skirts. i wonder how they feel about the drums.

i walked the state line, crossed over to Massachussetts where the totem of Bish Bash stood guard over his waterfalls. i rinsed my feet in clear water.

7 little fish:

Blogger oldben swam up to say...

a lovely distillation. many much fun times had. i want to volunteer next year.

3:23 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

the voyage has been completed on the tourist.

go! pay homage to the totem of Bish Bash!

4:35 PM  
Blogger anne swam up to say...

A very peaceful account, making one regret not having been there - as do the photos. And don't we all want to dance like 6-year-olds. Lucky you.

4:59 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

the whole voyage was the most spontaneous, wing-it trip i've ever planned. i feel like fortune smiled on us to make it all work out so well.

7:41 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

"there is a kind of freedom in hippie children that glows in the dark" - well put and true - i've seen it, trust me

your description makes me wish (even more) that i was there...

10:23 AM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

"there is a kind of freedom in hippie children that glows in the dark" - great way of putting it and i know exactly what you're talking about

"the burros however were most benevolent & sincere, & suddenly i understood their recurrence in holy parables" - don't know why, but i felt this needed to be repeated here

1:07 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

i once rode burros up the mountain in Santorini.

it was a very spiritual experience.

3:41 PM  

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