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Wonderland: Pilgrimage of the Heart

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While watching my friend’s little girl lost in play, I couldn’t help but remember camping at Todd Lake (or Todd Puddle, as I called it). ultra thin case iphone 7 plus The trips came at an important stage in my life. A stage in which I was not quite old enough to have outgrown an active imagination and one in which I’d matured enough to have a degree of situational awareness. ugg femme pas cher The pictures from those times cannot begin to show the majesty of those tall trees and the peace of winding mountain streams tripping over mossy stones in their path.

As so many of us do in the first half of our second decade, I lived for the moment and for the person I was at the moment. My decisions, adventures, and existence were tainted by the chains binding me to my mentally ill mother (who I cared for and supported financially in those years). air max homme Instead of looking for a way out from under her control and making it happen, I waited for a white night to gallop in and save me. In fact, I had the scenerio all worked out. iphone 7 transparent phone cases He would be lost on back country roads and would come across me on my horse — like a clothed Lady Godiva (so… um… newbalance 2018 pas cher iphone 6 plus touch case not really very Lady Godiva-ish at all). He’d roll down his window, our eyes would meet, and then we would fall completely madly in love. He would tell my scheming mother that she couldn’t go on our honeymoon with us or move into our home. bottes ugg I would be rescued from my hell. iphone 8 disney princess case Of course, I never met anyone on the roads except dairy trucks and tractors. puma en ligne We would wave or nod to one another and I would watch them drive away wishing that they would magically morph into the hero from my dreams.

Every part of camping was therapeutic. canada goose ugg outlet The act of packing (digging out tents, camp stools, skillets, utensils, and sleeping bags) was healing. In the midst of chaos, there was order. bottes ugg tech iphone 7 case I had a master list and loaded my geriatric stationwagon with great enthusasim. Each armload brought me closer to the forest and farther from my reality.

The drive to Todd Puddle, to this day, is one that I can picture with absolute clarity. Timberland FR My memory holds to each bend, loop, and overlook as though it were my personal driveway, as though I’d carved the roadway out of the rock myself. With music cranked up and all my windows down, I’d drive my creaking car up the mountain to one of the spots just down from the lake with friends or sometimes all alone. Yes, I realize this was not a safe practice but certainly no more dangerous than dance clubs on Friday nights.

The first meal was always grilled cheese sandwiches. nike air max tn bottes ugg Oh my, nothing compared to campfire food in my mind. Chaussures Homme New Balance designer iphone 7 cases I loved the scent of campfire and how it permeated clothing, hair, and skin.

  • Teesa - I was just think about Todd Puddle and the couple we saw there who had a dog as their beloved child…how the sand glittered, and how peaceful it was. Thank you for sharing it with me.ReplyCancel

  • amy - enjoyed your reflection, thoughts, and pictures. hope it’s a sweet weekend for ya’ll.ReplyCancel

  • Rosa - I enjoyed that post… I love that bridge picture. Such a peaceful place!


    Rosa xoxoReplyCancel

  • CC - Beautiful pictures!ReplyCancel

  • Heatherj - Do you know I have never been camping?? Ever. I can hardly believe it myself. I was born to older parents who probably have never been camping either.
    city folk. ppffftht!
    And here I love anything log-cabin-ish, bonfires, stargazing…
    Gotta add camping to my bucket list.
    Thanks for sharing this part of your life, Lacy! I am looking forward to Part Two.ReplyCancel

  • Sophie - I enjoyed this post a lot!

    I love your writing!ReplyCancel

  • Robin Harper - Hi Lacy! Such rich and wonderful writing! Loved the sepia and bridge pictures…they tell a million stories all by themselves ~

    Our family goes each year to Red River, New Mexico and the aspen and pine trees, streams and mountains saturate my senses and restore my soul!


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