Back by popular demand, this is the “fixed” version of Angel Wing in the Stream posted earlier. The PDF file here is MUCH smaller than before (80% smaller), so it should load much faster. It is downloadable, so you can read it offline. If you have a slow connection, it may still take a minute to load. It is a 13Mb file.
Angel Wing (PDF)
The text is revised only slightly (hopefully improved) except a major change to the last page. The conclusion was true as written before, but this version is more accurate and more in keeping with the original intent of the scribblement.
The photos are all the same with the exception of a few removed that nobody will miss.
It is a 30 to 60 minute read, depending on time spent on the pictures. It has 58 pages containing approximately 6,700 words, 68 of my original photos, and 2 borrowed pictures. The word count includes many passages quoted from greater minds.
Some of the photos are also in a gallery right here, at the bottom of this post. That gives you an idea of what the text is about: my experience of immersion in their world.
While it is copyright protected, obviously I’m not charging anything to download it. So feel free to share it with friends if you like it, or send them a link to this post. If you don’t like it, send it to your enemies.
But if my system finds it reproduced anywhere for commercial purposes, or on any website that has ads on it, my attack dogs, goons and ghouls will be all over it.
Here is the first page:
I am on the southwest slope of the biggest mountain in the area, about ten miles from home. It is an undeveloped state forest preserve. It has no formal trails, no amenities, and no people, except the coyote, bear and moose folk. Their social lives are bigger than mine, so when I come around, nobody notices. Until last year, this place did not even have a sign on the road saying it was part of the publicly owned forest preserve.
I am here to submit my body, mind and soul to Nature’s workshop for building health, hope and happiness. I am here to explore and learn. I am here to have fun.
The mountains are fountains of men as well as of rivers, of glaciers, of fertile soil. The great poets, philosophers, prophets, able men whose thoughts and deeds have moved the world, have come down from the mountains – mountain dwellers who have grown strong there with the forest trees in Nature’s workshops. – John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir (1938) pages 315-316.
As with many of my hikes, this a “trail quest.” That means exploring lost trails that are largely overgrown or blocked in many places. I connect the pieces, to see where they go, with nowhere as good as anywhere, exploring. Often the trail ends and I continue.
The partial photo gallery (about a third of all the photos):