As I lay on my back from this spot and gazed sublimely upward, my reverie was distracted by a commuter jet, flying , I suppose, from Portland to Reno, leave its fluffy track across the heavens. It was not a sign from the All, but from science, which had trumped the old magic mountain and relegated it to a distant place in old books. It didn't matter to me. I still had to come down the trail before dark and appreciate the present one more day.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Over my head?
A number of friends have asked for more pictures of the summit of Mt Bachelor near Bend, Oregon. As the above photo shows, it is a barren inhospitable place, seemingly devoid of life other than a few curious birds above and probably sneaky lizards and voles living among the rocks below. As Jacob from Ocala Daily Photo astutely commented in an earlier post, mountain tops have been the site of important scenes in native mythology and Judeo-Christian history ostensibly because it was believed that the further the ascent, the closer a person would be to divinity. This is easy to understand when, already exhausted by an arduous trek and breathing thin air, faced with an austere environment and the mundane world below, that the mind might more readily turn to "loftier" thoughts.