|tires that get shit done|
We got great use of my truck that week too. After a lot of exploring along the lake shore we emerged in a sand trap that nearly swallowed my truck whole. Luckily I was able to get the truck turned around and after airing down the tires I managed to get back up on higher ground. By day five the truck was scratched from bumper to bumper from overhanging branches, covered in a layer of dust/mud and the floorboards will filled with a thick layer of white sugar-sand. I wouldn't have had it any other way...there was some real redneck two tracking that went on...and frankly I live for that.
|near the sandy hold|
The weather that week in October was like a dream come true. It's the weather you wait you whole life for and when it comes, you can't believe it. I saw five glorious sunrises followed by five incredible sunsets. Color was peak and the temperatuers were perfectly crisp just as fall should be. The best part was the golden hour lighting conditions. I wasn't armed with my DSLR but wish I would have been. Due to the season, the sun was slung low in the Southern sky making the golden hour last much longer than sixty minutes. The world is so much more beautiful when bathed in those conditions. The long shadows give depth and the colors appear so rich, like they just came off the tip of an artist's bush. It doesn't surprise me that film directors often shoot entire movies under these conditions. (Full Metal Jacket, Stanley Kubrick)
|truck bathed in golden light|
I wanted to put up at least forty miles while I was up there and with no lack of beauty for inspiration, it wasn't that difficult. I had five great runs. Two along Lake Superior's shoreline that were absolutely unforgettable. The power Mother Nature unleashed as the waves pounded the shore-break was humbling. I felt small and insignificant but at the same time I felt privileged to have the opportunity to bear witness to such raw beauty. To say the least, it was moving.
|click to enlarge, look close on the river rt. shore for a kayak|
Then I had the great fortune to revisit Tahquamenon Falls Sate Park and run the trail between the falls. Something I have wanted to do for a couple of years. When I last hiked the trail in 2003, it was hot, buggy and the dog was profusely foaming at the mouth between trips to the river for water. This time would prove to be much different. My October 30th BiM post captured the following story, but I wanted to put get it in here, because it was a great moment of inspiration for me:
|yeah those are the falls he went over|
|calm and peaceful between the upper and lower torrents|
There is no doubt that he is a great kayaker, but whether he knows it or not his true gift lies is in his expression, his enthusiasm and his vigor for life. He inspired me that day and I will never forget it.
|lower falls area|