Friday, June 12, 2009


straddling the edge
the unexplored
narrow singletrack
winding over rock beds
across logs
a bank of trees
the climb begins
someplace beneath
the overgrowth

I know the route
that brought me here
intricate trails
are demanding
even more

- OB go that way!


LimesNow said...

OH, that is good! Standing at the crossroads. Everything familiar behind you. Only the unknown ahead. Will it be good or bad? Will I gain entrance or be denied. VERY compelling, OB!

The Old Bag said...

Sometimes we go for the challenge with the only safety net being the trust that our past experiences prepare us for the unknown....

LimesNow said...

Testing one's own mettle! It's a GOOD thing to stare into the maw of the monster, remind yourself you're safe, stare into the maw again . . .

Trée said...

You had me from the first word: straddling. :-D

Beautifully written with just the right scent of leaf and log, of trail and trial. Have a great weekend OB.

jeff said...

Tres eloquent! And what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?

WheelDancer said...

One of your best!

Tegaderm will carry on where experience falls short, er do they make Tegaderm for the soul?

mike J said...

wow, good one. Love that picture too.

jenny-Jenny said...

Nice. I was right there wondering why and how I got there. I just haven't found that part of myself yet. Keep me on the open road and warn me about the bumps!

Once known as The Badger said...


bother yam said...


Tegaderm for the soul == Masala Mama IPA from Town Hall.

Best applied _after_ falling...

The Old Bag said...

Thanks all.

@ Brother Yam -- thanks for the heads-up re the pale ale. We get over to Town Hall now and again...not often enough.

@ Jenny -- thanks for the comment and visit!