Maybe it had something to do with
not “looking.” I wasn’t looking for Bigfoot. I was barely aware that something
like a Yeti might exist somewhere else. Actually I wasn’t thinking of the
Abominable Snowman at all. Who did? Not kids.
I was certainly in the right places in the early years. We literally made camps and hovels next door in the trees before the lot was cleared. We lived on a dead end dirt and gravel road surrounded by trees and a few other houses. There were clearings full of black berries around this time of year. The way we lived would give modern parents hives. We were out of contact with parents, usually mom, for many hours per day, when not in school of course.
If the Boogerman had wanted to get us, he could have had us any day, and no one would have known. How’s that for 411, Dave? An empty forest tells no tales.
I grew, sort of, up. Went to college. Here. Right here. My buddy, Carole, and I used to range around the area. Gas was cheap and the thing I drove got about 40 mpg. We certainly would have been seen in many of the right places. It was a heck of a lot woodsier around here in the 60s. We never did see anything unusual on the beach, in the woods, or up on a mountain.
Once I talked Carold into coming with me on one of my cross country hikes. It took all day, and she never went hiking with me again for some reason. We crossed swamps, meadows, pushed our way through vines and brush, all sorts of interesting places. Surely, surely, we should have seen a Forest Dude? I mean, where do they hang out if not by swamps, etc.
This went on at each stage of life. Many adventures, no sightings. But I wasn’t looking. Sometimes I really do think one such as Ralph might have a sort of obliviousness wavelength that he projects.
Maybe we project something when we are looking, or needing to see?
Maybe it alerts them somehow. We light up, or something. Or we emit subsonic beeps.
Having gotten my mind changed on the subject, I wonder how it would be to just sit around among the trees now. I have been busy and haven’t done it. I would be looking and listening now!
My theory is that they saw me but let me be. The Watchers watched and that’s all. Maybe if they had needed to expose their existence they would have. Maybe that Mama I dreamed up for Nance was there in some sense when I was all alone with a bucket of blackberries. No one ever harmed me, and I always got home alive, if somewhat scratched up by the vines. I never stumbled into a dimensional interface, thank goodness!
But Ralph was right the other day when he said to get out of the car, go into the woods and hang out. He doesn’t make guest appearances to cars, though some do! Those appearances are probably accidental.
I must have been in the right places, at all the wrong times. We’ll see how it goes from now on.
What was it R. Frost said: “The woods are lovely, dark and deep?”
Ralph says, “Check it out! You might be surprised!”
I was certainly in the right places in the early years. We literally made camps and hovels next door in the trees before the lot was cleared. We lived on a dead end dirt and gravel road surrounded by trees and a few other houses. There were clearings full of black berries around this time of year. The way we lived would give modern parents hives. We were out of contact with parents, usually mom, for many hours per day, when not in school of course.
If the Boogerman had wanted to get us, he could have had us any day, and no one would have known. How’s that for 411, Dave? An empty forest tells no tales.
I grew, sort of, up. Went to college. Here. Right here. My buddy, Carole, and I used to range around the area. Gas was cheap and the thing I drove got about 40 mpg. We certainly would have been seen in many of the right places. It was a heck of a lot woodsier around here in the 60s. We never did see anything unusual on the beach, in the woods, or up on a mountain.
Once I talked Carold into coming with me on one of my cross country hikes. It took all day, and she never went hiking with me again for some reason. We crossed swamps, meadows, pushed our way through vines and brush, all sorts of interesting places. Surely, surely, we should have seen a Forest Dude? I mean, where do they hang out if not by swamps, etc.
This went on at each stage of life. Many adventures, no sightings. But I wasn’t looking. Sometimes I really do think one such as Ralph might have a sort of obliviousness wavelength that he projects.
Maybe we project something when we are looking, or needing to see?
Maybe it alerts them somehow. We light up, or something. Or we emit subsonic beeps.
Having gotten my mind changed on the subject, I wonder how it would be to just sit around among the trees now. I have been busy and haven’t done it. I would be looking and listening now!
My theory is that they saw me but let me be. The Watchers watched and that’s all. Maybe if they had needed to expose their existence they would have. Maybe that Mama I dreamed up for Nance was there in some sense when I was all alone with a bucket of blackberries. No one ever harmed me, and I always got home alive, if somewhat scratched up by the vines. I never stumbled into a dimensional interface, thank goodness!
But Ralph was right the other day when he said to get out of the car, go into the woods and hang out. He doesn’t make guest appearances to cars, though some do! Those appearances are probably accidental.
I must have been in the right places, at all the wrong times. We’ll see how it goes from now on.
What was it R. Frost said: “The woods are lovely, dark and deep?”
Ralph says, “Check it out! You might be surprised!”
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