Lily Pond is a small alpine lake in far southern Colorado (just barely north of New Mexico). I’ve always called it Lily Pad, perhaps due to some collusion between my dyslexia and pun-center, that cluster of cells chuckling in a corner of my brain. I’ve posted a photo of Lilly Pad on my flickr account.
Now for a confession: I may not have gotten out of the car for this one (I can’t remember). We enjoy what we call “car hiking.” I’m a little embarrassed to admit that we sacrifice a real connection to the land that can only be achieved on foot for the easy sightseeing, trading the details for the blurry big-picture. There we go, burning fossil fuels, generating pollution, dust and noise, tearing across the scarred landscape for our own selfish pleasure. We might as well be on ATVs pulling snowmobiles behind us.
The only mitigation for our selfish acts is to share some of that pleasure with others. If someone sees a photo or hears a story and thinks, “that’s must have been fun,” then that may thumb the Karmic scale back towards neutral. Please help us with our penance by reading my journal and/or looking at some photos. peace, mjh mjh
Ah, Wilderness! » Conejos Journal – July 2007
One of these pictures was highlighted by New West.
