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SUNRISE AT DEATH VALLEY-Photo by Tom Cochrun
Showing posts with label waterfalls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label waterfalls. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

OVER THE SEA TO SKYE

  A bridge takes you from the beauty of the Scottish Highlands over Loch Alsh to the almost fairy tale world of the Isle of Skye.
      The Portree waterfront bay on the Sound of Rassay is evidence of a special charm
   while the beauty of nature is irresistible.  Skye, the largest of the Inner Hebrides, is 52 miles long and between 5-15 miles wide. It embraces rivers and lochs (lakes) like Loch Leathan below.
    A magnificent stretch is the Totternish peninsula. A star in this area is The Old Man of Storr.

  The Old Man and the other pinnacles are the result of what is called landslip.


   The Vikings ruled the Isle of Skye for some 500 years until they were defeated by the Scots at the Battle of Largs in 1263.

  Portree, Port Righ in Scottish Gaelic, is Skye's capitol and largest town with around 5 thousand. 






    The name stems from a visit by King James V in 1540. Many Scots sailed from Port Righ/Portree to escape  poverty in the 1700's and again in the 1840's during the famine. 
  It has become a tourist destination and hosts music and film festivals. 
   Skye is a land of abundant water and beauty.



   The Mealt waterfall is near what is called Kilt Rock, because of its resemblance. On windy days, the flow never reaches the Sound of Rassay because it is blown away.

   Though my loving mate has asked that I desist in such thoughts and likewise the encouraging of my daughters to consider it, I could indeed consider this area of Scotland as a place to emigrate if the 2020 election were to go a particular way. Yes, it has abundant water, natural energy and beauty but the fiercely independent spirit, power to the people, intellect and progressive thought are appealing. Some deep place in the DNA just seems to resonate. 

   Coming up, the story behind the Highland Maiden and to a place where Agatha Christie could have lurked.

    See you down the trail.

    

Thursday, June 5, 2014

IMMORTALITY and THE GREAT CRUSADE

FROM JUNE TO HISTORY
    Time records extraordinary courage and human insight on two June 6ths.  
     Most recently, 70 years ago General Dwight Eisenhower called it "the Great Crusade," the D-Day invasion immortalized by the bravery of warriors, so many of whom ended their own mortal journey on the beaches of Northern France. A personal D-Day beach reflection follows below.
    75 years before that a single man, venturing into the unknown pondered human existence and the infinite.
EVERY NERVE QUIVERS
    John Muir made his first visit to Yosemite in the summer of 1869. On June 6th he wrote-
                     "We are now in the mountains and they are
                       in us...making every nerve quiver."    
       It seems that it has always been such for Yosemite.
     In 1851 an ongoing battle between gold miners and the native inhabitants, American Indians, reached a point where the famous Mariposa Battalion was sent in. Probably from the moment the Battalion saw the place, word about its beauty began to spread.
          On June 30,1864 President Abraham Lincoln set aside a grove of sequoias in the valley.  That marked the creation of the first state park in the US. 
        Naturalist John Muir, who spent years exploring the wilderness, campaigned for federal park status. It took 26 years and in 1890 Yosemite became a national park.
   Later on June 6, 1869 Muir wrote-
         "Our flesh and bone tabernacle seems transparent
         as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an 
         inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees
         streams and rocks, in the waves of the sun-a part of 
         all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but
         immortal."
       Two rivers, the Merced and the Tuolumne flow through the park. There are 196 miles of road and 800 miles of trails. 
        The waterfalls are a signature, always spectacular, and even more so after a winter with lots of snow.


 Do you see the sprite or spirit dancing out of this falls in this frame?
      The land is described as "colossal."  Indeed it is.  It ranges from 2,000 feet to 13,000 and most of it is true wilderness.




    As Muir said on his first summer in Yosemite "How wonderful the power of its beauty."
    WHERE FICTION CARRIES TRUTH
    A scene from my novel The Sanibel Arcanum has the protagonist, Tim Calvin visit Utah Beach, a D-Day invasion sight with Stroutsel a Jewish survivor who had been part of the French underground resistance.
  The beach was windswept, large and angry.  The gray sky hung low over the rough choppy water, and the surf pounded the beach with an intensity that bordered on animosity. Old enforcements and battle walls, pill boxes and even strands of barbed wire were visible, while cattle grazed over the dunes in fields where one of the decisive engagements of mankind's warfare had been played out in blood.
    "You can sense the terrible loss just standing here," Tim said more to the wind than Stroutsel, whose face was turned toward the beach.  "Doesn't this bring back the anger, the hatred?"
     Stroutsel cut the misty wind of the beach with his gravel-like voice.  "Do not be eager in your heart to be angry, for anger resides in the bosom of fools. That's from Solomon in Ecclesiastes, Calvin, it would do well for all of us to remember it."
     They stood, wrapped in silence and reflection as in a place of prayer as sand, wind and salt spray assaulted them.  Stroutsel faced squarely into the wind."Baruch, atah- Adonai-Blessed are though, O Lord, my rock who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.  My loving kindness and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and He in whom I take refuge.
      Tim stood transfixed by the moment and the sweeping emotions which girded them against the ghosts of this killing beach.
      "We are a mere breath, our days are like passing shadows," Stroutsel's voice faded as he walked north his eyes cast on the sand and looking out to the sea.  Tim let him go.  He walked to the memorials and read the names of those young men who had fallen on this strip of sand and sea."

    On Utah Beach alone some 2,500 US troops and 1,900 allied troops were killed. Thousands of others were killed on the other landing beaches as well as glider pilots and Naval support troops.  The Germans lost between 4 and 9 thousand  on D-Day.

    There is an almost palpable presence that remains on those Norman beaches.

    See you down the trail.