Yosemite, an Entry

     Then we were out of the car and I was better.  The air was rich with sage and the grass tall and the sage all around us.  I broke off a bloom of sage and held the buds to my nose.  I clutched the branch as if to have it forever.  I lost it that night.  But the sun was warm in the valley.  We trod on a wooden walkway over the grass and over the sage and mulberry that grows thick in the heart of the valley.  El Capitan thrusted up over us like a testament.  The granite was streaked with black and vertical gashes cached with minerals knifed down the walls.  The valley went on and on.  River flows plunged over sharp ledges spraying finales of snowmelt far down into mist.
     I felt good of a sudden.  Maybe it was he was behaving or my back feeling better or leading on foot or being out of the machine and gawking at it all or everything and it an accumulation.  Adventure I said to him.  It smells good.  Hold the sage to your nose.  Smell it and smell the leaning tower of rock like an ancient achievement and not chaos who is the giver of beauty in nature even if there is no God.
     No God.  Look at this valley I said to the boy who was happy too out of the car and running through the grass until it was too tall to run.  Walking and then the thick hairs of the earth rashing his face and she saying we better go back the grass too tall and we better get going if we are going to see it all or even a lot of it we have to go now.
     Go now fine back in the car and he did not fight.  Adventure cartwheeling in his head soft and curly and you are a good hiker good job Daddy.  The sign.  Read it.  Mountain lion habitat keep children close and we kept him close alright I held his hand and the rocks were covered in moss and behind any of them we did not know and I said it is like the book you know the part I will fear no evil for thou art with me yes and we struggled through it and he said good job my Mommy good job Daddy.  The old path our great grandparents walked was cobblestone up through the trees like the streets on the islands of Greece she said.  We had no fear of the mountain lion though he handed me rocks he wanted to take home and I held them thinking a primitive weapon to smash the skull of an attacking beast.
      At the mirror lake the naked back of half dome was ineffable.  Its massiveness and tallness was like something I do not know but the boy saw it Amazing so cool he said and yes it is good to have words to say just or close to what you feel and he will be okay I thought.
     By the time we made it back to the car the day was I guess over.  He had hiked two or even three miles and good for the little boy.  He will be better than me.  Yes better.  Love nature more truly.  Have memories more fully of things I never knew as a toddler or ever even now for you can only experience some things that wondrous way if you are a child and if you missed it you did and better move on and spin it to be a positive because you can make things better for your children.
     I have trouble with the name of the big waterfall we looked at before driving back to Fresno.  I was more worried about keeping the boy safe not falling off the bridge and there were a lot of people and the bridge for picture taking did not seem safe for children who all like to get close to the edge.
     At one point when I was up at mirror lake I thought it would be nice to be alone up here with my notebook so I could capture it in words and not try to recreate it later like now.  I think it was good though to hold the hand of the boy who will know more than I know and to keep or try to keep the woman with child happy for I felt my ancestors did in the forests and hills of Germany and maybe the natives here in America this sort of thing where you walk in the midst of cliffs and thunderous falls through the trees and mossy rocks and up the slippery rock slopes to the supine lake shallow to cross barefooted with the child in your arms and the woman saying wait wait I am going to take a picture.
     I saw the smell of sage standing there with my fingers to my nose in the wild tall grass in the heart of the valley of the gods.  I tasted the black streaks down the granite walls and heard the rock hardening and condensing under the weight of the universe.  I felt the twisting tree trunks screwing upward off the steep hillsides.  I saw the wind how it moved the clouds in the afternoon so on the far slope towns of trees were dark green and others light green and the white in the sunlight on the pine needles and the shadow how it clarified the peaks of the trees.  Even the buses and the people more interested in Oh who am I to say what except I was happy when we got there and on our feet and the grass curious against our legs.  He fell once and cried I fell on purpose and pretended to cry and he said you okay Daddy.  Just get up.  I got up and we went on through the woods with the rock in my hand.  I held him all the way down to the car.  My muscles are older than I am.  I just locked him in my arms and clopped down the road that most people take to the lake of words cannot describe beauty.  


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