I woke at dawn with the rising sun coming up and the bluish hue of light cresting the peaks around me. The gentle whispering of a nearby stream silently brushed my senses awake and I unzipped the tent flap, shaking off droplets of dew onto the ground that spread as if tears of joy had fallen from my eyes. That first cold breath plumed into the chilled sky and I walked through the mist with light steps that still loudly crunched the gravel underfoot. After the heavy and familiar weight of a fishing bag settled onto my shoulders, footsteps began to recede from the sleeping ears of the inhabitants still at camp. The sounds of my own traveling announced by the loose rocks.
Once lake side, I watched as an older man who woke up much earlier than I had casted a long way into the lake. The line was a shimmering, silken thread unspooling in the golden hue of the world. My eyes trailed the path like my future depended on it and watched the silver sheen of the lure waggle its way through the water beneath the slowly spreading circles of life.
What a small beauty in this wide world.
The glare from the lake as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky blinded me viciously and suddenly I woke up from my deep slumber in a bed at home. My ply wood and insulation home.
I had been dreaming of my blissful venture into open air, and while I rested, my mind sought after the solace of the mountains.
It is comforting to know that whether awake or asleep, nature will always be available to grace my eyes and heal my mind. Nature will always be an option to me.
It’s forever a part of me.
And because of this wonderful and soulful connection I find it altogether saddening and disheartening to know that there are many people that have never experienced the outdoors. Some people take too close to their phone and huddle inside their air-conditioned campers to never once truly enjoy nature.
I yearn to show people that the birds call and the frogs croak is inspiring.
I desire the opportunity to skip rocks with those who never have and show them the ever-widening circles flowing out on top of a sea of glass.
I want, more than anything, to show that I’m not crazy. That the environment matters and I’m not another pot smoking hippy. That the government and society have their heads shoved so far into a pile of money they can no longer see the effect they have on us all. On the world.
I want to inspire environmentalists and outdoorsmen and nature lovers of all kinds to take part in a slowly dying natural world in the hopes that we can protect it for my future kids to fully enjoy.
How, is my question. How can I make people care and want to care? How do I inspire them.
I guess, for now, all I can do is share my hopes, reach toward dreams, and hope my voice reaches the right people.
Live your OutLife.