I am starting some illustrated wordsmithing. If you want to read the story, I hope you enjoy the end. If not, I hope you enjoy the photo

The Camping Trip:


I awake to a glorious view from the mountiantop. In the distance I see another mountian rising into the sun. I enjoy the view of it. But today the prairies to the south seem to be calling me.

As I walk the soft ground that gave me such rest beneath me, seems to harden beneath my feet. Slowly I circle the peak. Enjoy the view and the feeling of moving across such pleasant land. Working my way down the mountain, the ground gets much softer. I take pleasure in the feel of it to my touch. I stop often savoring the place and time. There is no hurry for todays journey. Therefore, I continue to circle the mountain working my way down slowly.

At last I reach the more level ground. I rest there in the shade of the overhanging mountain. Now I began to move across the gently rolling ground. This is a day of joy as the warm of the ground seems to rise up to warm me. There is a gentle rythm to the quiet sounds as I walk. I could stay here forever in this place of peace and joy. But alas I must continue onword.

I stop for lunch in a comforting valley. I lay in a secure depression to rest before continuing my journey. As I climb from this depression I began an upward climb. Upon reaching the top of my climb, I see a valley nestled between two hills reaching far into the distance.

This valley is filled with growth. After the open prairie I determine that I will head to this valley. Perhaps I may find nourishment and a place to stay the night.

The slope is steeper down into the valley. I feel as though the ground is moving as I walk into the valley. I come into the shade of a tall fern. The land here carries its own scent. The moisture tells me of the fertility of this place. I know it is well I have chosen. Instinctively, I am aware that this is place I will treasure for a long time.

As I travel further into the warm growth, a summer storm springs up. teh sparkles a bright yellow in the sun. Because it is to the south of me I continue my journey. There in the growth I find a cave. I enter seeking a place to rest for the nite. As I enter I notice a dampness on the walls. I touch them gently. Still, I could almost believe they move upon my touch. I taste the moisture upon my fingers. I know then that I will surely enjoy my stay here. It seems warmer the further into the cave I journey. At the end of this cave must lay a place of great warmth indeed. But, I am tired from the days trip. Therefore I lay down here in the warmth, peace, and comfort of this cave.

Alas this hike is only a story and not a real experience. But if I could be a flea upon my ladies body, this is the journey I would take.

Wayne R. Crauder