This past weekend the Mr and I went adventuring in new terrain. Mt Seymour is covered in forest and has as many as forty trails that are popular all year round.
Once you reach the top you find yourself gazing on the magnificent Mt Baker in Washington State. My cellphone camera did not do it justice but I wanted to share something of the view with you. I hope you like it as much as I do 🙂
We reached the top via a series of dedicated and winding trails and if you’re ever in this part of the world I highly recommend you visit the North Shore mountains which are part of the Cascades Range. We weren’t long on Old Buck trail when we came across scraps of cloth tied to a single tree trunk. What made this particularly interesting was that this ‘marker’ (if indeed it is a marker) is bright and colourful. There is purple, red and white cloth and for some reason I felt that it was somehow symbolic but of what? Did it have something to do with tree identification? or did someone fall here or worse?
Mr. was having none of my ‘theorizing’ and so I wasn’t allowed to linger but no worries…I know why I walk in the woods. It’s for the vital stimulation of my imaginative membrane and not as the Mr. says for ‘peace and quiet’.
A little further along I spotted a purple cloak hanging from a low branch of a tree a short distance from the trail. It was hanging in such a way that if you are not observant as opposed to attentive you would have walked past it with nary a care. This purple cloak is like one of those velvety cloaks worn by magicians or wizards or deathly-afraid-of-the-cold unicorns. Yes, I know. You’re thinking I am making this up. I’m not. if you haven’t already, read earlier posts to see how I am confronted with intrigue at almost every turn.
I want to add here that I despise litterbugs and that for the most part hikers in our part of the world are decent human beings with a respect for the environment, so it probably goes without saying that I don’t like finding items of clothing (or condoms and beer cans).
Pointing to the tree from which hung The Offending Article, I asked the Mr if he thought Harry Potter was visiting.
“Harry Potter? There’s a cape hanging from that tree.” I said pointing.
On seeing the cape Mr. shook his head.
‘Let’s keep moving.”
“Why? you scared of magic?” I think I pulled one of those ‘you’re- a- scaredy-cat – and- I’m -going-to-blog-about-it’ faces.
Mr felt the need to remind that he has ‘years’ of military experience. Something about ‘reconnaissance’ experience in the field.
“Yeah. Whatever. I’m going to look at the cape.” Off I trudged.
The cloak looks new and clean and is a mystery as is the circle of painted rocks (purple, yellow, red, blue) a few metres from the cloak. I did take my cellphone out to take a picture but something stopped me. Was it fear of reprisal from the faeries or a circle of wizards?
When faced with the unknown or the inscrutable and confusing Mr. sums it up to ‘the work of teenagers’.
Do you have a theory? I would love to hear from you.