Crossing Seven Streams Two

Life slows down in the backcountry. Every action dictates a slow paced reaction. Rudimentary skills take preparation and thoughtfulness. The most mundane of tasks takes dedication and perseverance. A backcountry Traveler must place each boot in front of the other, carefully. The Traveler does not want to fall into the Seven Streams. 

Seven Streams Beginning

There are Seven Streams to cross before reaching Suckerbrook Pond. The Trail leads into the forest and pulls me up the mountainside. A chiseled line cuts into the earth and guides me into the water. The Trail then reemerges on the other side. Each Stream trickles over the path, leaving only distinct rocks sticking out of the water. My boots bounce from stone to stone until eventually hitting the other side. Crossing each Stream has challenges. Each stone diagrams a path, but the path is never certain. Loose rocks can shift, leaving me in certain peril. A misstep most certainly means falling into the Seven Streams. Wetness leads to coldness, which then signals the end of an enjoyable Adventure.

Our Choices

Our choices are infinite. We can ultimately decide who we are as human beings. While at the same time our choices are so limited. As creatures we are shaped by our experience. Yet we never seem to be able to fully grasp our own experience. Ultimately, we seek to grasp our future, while feeding our present, and relying on what we saw in the past. 

Randomness

There definitely seems to be an order in things. I wonder if that order really has a hierarchy. Randomness in life eludes everyone. Randomness of experience teaches us all. What is our hierarchy? What is randomness? I guess it depends upon the day and the given situation. How limited in our consciousness we often seem to be. 

The Waitress

I sit in the restaurant and listen in on the conversation. I hear the waitress give directions to the tourists sitting across from me. Where do they want to go? I often wonder this myself. Where do I want to go? Where will life take me? Do I have choices, or am I just part of a huge adventure. Maybe the waitress can give me directions?