Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
Minnesota Canoe Association Far North Symposium
I just returned from a week-end arctic canoe symposium. Here is what
I got:
THEY ARE RIVERS
We are time. We are the much renowned
saying of Heraclitus the Obscure.
We are water, not diamonds that endure;
what ebbs and passes, not what holds its ground.
We are that greek who sees himself in the stream;
we are the stream. His brief reflection shimmers
in water which is made of shimmering mirrors,
in the dark glass that shimmers like a flame.
We are the stream, predestinate and vain,
heading down to the sea pursued by shadows.
Everything said goodbye, everything goes.
Memory no longer mints its coin.
An nevertheless there is something that remains,
and nevertheless there is something that complains.
Jorge Luis Borges
translated byRobert Mezey and Richard Barnes
Monday, March 17, 2014
Flower for the Day 3-17-14 Crocus
The Flower for the Day program is starting for the year. These tiny crocuses showed up last Friday in time for
this week-ends snow fall. Crocuses are flowering plants that grow from tubular structures called corms.
Corms are sometimes confused with bulbs. Corms are made up of solid structural tissue while bulbs are
mostly made up of layers of fleshy scale that are modified leaves
The Flower for the Day program will continue as in previous years. As flowers of note
bloom in our garden I will send images and copy about them. I am responsible for
any errors that appear. Please feel free to comment. As before you can forward
these to friends or use them as you wish. If you wish to be removed from the Flower List
please let me know.
Don Sessions - AKA The Flower Guy
Friday, March 14, 2014
Bonus: The Backpack
This winter I have been scanning some older slide to digital. This
image shows a younger Flower Guy and sons Lee and Gordon on top of South Arapahoe Peak (elevation 13,400 feet) in the Indian Peaks Area southof Rocky Mountain National Park. For a complete view of the trip go to my Blog:
The Backpack 1 Re-living a Classic Trip from August 1979

FOREWORD: In 1951 as a 15 year old at Cheley Camp I was able to go on a backpacking trip in the Indian Peaks area south of Rocky Mountain National Park which was a life changing experience for me. It was the end of a three year immersion into the peaks and back country of this part of the Rockies and I never got over it. Twenty-eight years later I decided that I should do it again with my sons Lee(age 15) and Gordon(age 13). We were joined by my friend Bob Franke and his son Keith (age13).
We started the trip at the Buckingham Campground out of Nederland on the way over Arapahoe Pass on an old CCC trail. That day we would run out of breath, break some eggs, and find a six pack of Coors in a stream.
It was a memorable start for an extraordinary trip.
It was a memorable start for an extraordinary trip.
The Backpack 2 On the trail
Going up the Arapahoe Pass trail slowly. We were not acclimated to the altitude and we paid the price.
The Backpack 3 Fourth of July Mine
About 2 miles up the trail we came to the Fourth of July Mine site and stopped for lunch. It was strenuous for us flatlanders.
The Backpack 4 Arapahoe Pass
We are still struggling uphill.Toward the pass.It was clear and warm with a cool breeze.Here is Lee resting near the top of the pass. It was here that Gordon noticed something oozing out the bottom of his backpack. Unfortunately it was the eggswhich had not been packed correctly (mea culpa). There were only two eggs still intact. Gordon pitched those and we helped him clean out his pack. What a mess.
The Backpack 5 Caribou Lake

From the north side of the pass we could see down to Caribou Lake, 750 feet below.Following the narrow switchback trail we arrived at the lake and set up camp.
We have come 4.65 exhausting miles with an elevation gain of 1786 feet since this morning.
A few minutes later Keith came into camp with a treat in hand. Someone had left a six pack of Coors in the nearby stream cooling to just the right temperature. Bob had a high altitude headache but I enjoyed a cool one.
I remember that there was a full moon that night.
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