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It's fizzin' to get autumnal up in herre

This was taken Wednesday on Mount Pisgah. Every damned spider web was filled with dew and glowing. Some of them looked like this:

This is also noteworthy; top of Mount Pisgah looking southeast.

The last time I saw this view was January 1998 during an orienteering test for Wilderness Survival 101. It was about 33 degrees, freezer wind and rain like needles. I was muddy as hell, covered with poison oak, and soaked to the bone.

Our instructor, Edward Abbey on methamphetamines, assembled the entire class on the summit to deliver a sermon on the mount. There is, you see, a small and rather appealing bronze sculpture on top, put there by Ken Kesey as a memorial to his deceased son. To our instructor, it was an absolute affront to nature's dignity.

"For the sake of his own ego," he railed, "a certain local author saw fit to trash and defile this wonder of nature with this lump of metal!" With ice rain pounding at my eyeballs, I failed to see what he was so worked up about. Nature didn't seem too wonderful and I thought Kesey's lump looked like a nice bit of shelter.

But enough about that. It was nice on Wednesday.

Posted by FLOG at October 16, 2004 3:12 PM