Brown sunburnt buckwheat
Once delicate white flowers
Crumble in my hand
Birds of prey, hawks I think
Circle lower Brown Mountain at sunset
Eye me amused
My previous attempt to connect the dots between the Dawn mine, Eaton Saddle, Brown Mountain and ultimately the junction between the Brown Mountain road and the Ken Burton trail, ended when the fog rolled in and the very faint user trail–a couple of fading footprints really–disappeared. I got lost, almost, and had to turn around. This time, in full Fall sunshine, psyched by a strumming ukelele and good conversation–thanks Adrian and Jose–I followed the ridge that I could clearly see, and somehow bushwhacked a path through all the prickly yuccas, whitethorn, sagebrush and other chaparral shrubs. Not like I discovered Kuhikugu, but to one who has been long city pent, it was a good day’s walk.
Walking Project 042_fall- brown – Brown mountain loop from chris worland on Vimeo.
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