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Kaibab Campsite

Updated on October 21, 2013
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Northern Arizona

Find a place…

Where tall, green trees reach to touch the passing clouds,

Where mountains, like aged sentinels, stand guard in

In snow-capped uniforms,

Where the wind whispers excitedly as it rushes

To spread the gossip of the hillsides to the valleys below,

Where clear streams run through the woodlands,

Bubbling and laughing like children at play.


Set up camp…

And stare wordlessly into your campfire,

As you would into the face of a trusted friend,

The scent of sage and the aroma of fresh coffee

Mix in your nostrils,

As the fire’s warmth seeps into the very fiber of your being,

And your eyes grow tired in its light,

So that you sleep like an infant in the arms of a loving parent.


Awaken at dawn…

And lie quietly for a moment,

Enjoying the snug comfort of your sleeping bag

As the sun that smoldered on the easter horizon now reveals

the secrets that hid in the darkness beyond the fire’s light.


Be subject to the curious scrutiny of a coyote,

To the silent surveillance of a soaring hawk,

To the watchful distrust of a jackrabbit,

To the alert appraisal of a bobcat,

To the detached indifference of a marmot.


Listen closely…

To the world that awakens with you,

To the chatter of a Kaibab squirrel,

The scolding of a Sterling jay,

The angry protest of a crow,

The raspy, strident hum of the cicada.


Savor the moment…

And when you realize you are a part of all this,

This place and time will become a part of you,

Woven into the tapestry of your memories,

and the very fabric of your soul.

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      Ed Palumbo 2 years ago from Tualatin, OR

      Time passes too quickly and the plans we make are easily upset by the usual assortment of adult responsibilities and changing priorities. I'm grateful for the opportunities I've had to escape, to distance myself from the noise and enjoy the peace. Admittedly, it doesn't happen often enough. Thank you for reading and for your supportive comments!

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Ah Yes , Up on the plateau ! love it there can't wait to retire and spend endless days just doing that of which you write ..........Ed

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      Jennifer Arnett 3 years ago from California

      That's exactly what backpacking is like. Such beautiful writing, and vivid descriptions. I especially like the line, "And stare wordlessly into your campfire, As you would into the face of a trusted friend."

      I wish I could watch the sun rise and set every day. So many wonderful moments pass us by because we are so busy. How do I get off the ferris wheel? I wish days like that on every soul.

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      Mark 3 years ago from Moundsville,WV

      This place and time will become a part of you! awesome choice of words. I enjoyed your hub and voted up and awesome. Have a blessed day!

      Mark

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      Gunnar Carlson 3 years ago

      A lovely reminder of so many campfires and mornings long extinquished by time. I can smell the mesquite and taste the bitter, but wonderful, "cowboy coffee". Well written Mr. Palumbo!

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      Tom Zingalis 3 years ago

      Refreshing presentation. The serene approach to explaining the sights made visualizing simple. Nicely done.

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      Tammy 3 years ago

      Your poem is beautiful and really captures the peace and richness of the camping experience. Thank you for reminding me of the beauty of nature!