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Yosemite ::
I took lots of pictures at Yosemite this past weekend.
Back at a hotel in Modesto last night, I watched perhaps 100-150 people leaving a large meeting, all quickly retreating from a public space into their own worlds of cell phone calls, cigarettes, private conversations, and cars. Not many noticed the man with wind-blown gray hair, shoes covered in dust, smoking his own cigarette and watching them quizzically. I wondered what the meeting had been about; I didn’t hear enough of any one conversation to get a clue.
The scene suddenly dramatized something that was rattling around in my head while doing little more than driving and walking through wilderness for two days.
We have such strange addictions, to the point of fetishization.
Me too. I missed my computer. I missed my keyboards. I missed hearing certain music. I missed my rituals. Without them, what am I?
Driving, hiking, sweating, drinking water, breathing in the fresh air, absorbing the beauty that’s always lurking right outside my blinders.
Next time at Yosemite, the 9-mile Panorama Trail.
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