Happiness is the Smoochy Monster

Happiness is the Smoochy Monster

Love is not singular except in syllable. ~ Marvin Taylor

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Life is a crazy and unpredictable thing, and although it is not easy to do, there often truly is a silver lining within the greyest cloud.  It was this thought recently that led me to think about my cousin who I call the Smoochy Monster.  As a young teenager my cousin was in a four-wheeler accident, nearly fatal, the resulting brain injury very much changed her and all of our lives.  The accident resulted in both physical and mental issues for my cousin; she has a bad leg and suffered a traumatic brain injury that severely impacted her memory abilities.  She has gone through some very hard times over the last two decades since her accident, but today, I want to talk about the silver lining from her accident.

The silver lining is simply that my cousin has become one of the most loving creatures on the face of the planet.  She is a hugging and kissing and loving monster, hence why I have started calling her the smooch monster.  She has also become one of those rare individuals who still writes letters, now these are not Shakespeare but they get the point across, she loves you and they are a joy to receive.

The second part of the Smoochy Monster’s personality is that she has also become the global ambassador of goodwill.  She will engage absolutely anyone with her signature, “hey babe” and start a conversation.  The most amazing thing about the Smoochy Monster is that something about her is utterly disarming, the most antisocial person folds in front of the Smoochy Monster’s charms, resulting in giving her the high-five she’s certain to request from them.  I think we should take her to the middle east and turn her loose on the Israeli’s and Palestinian’s, I believe if given the access she could create world peace.

So today a shout out and bit of love to the Smoochy Monster who has given so many a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

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Happiness is Coca-Cola

Happiness is Coca-Cola

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Plenty of people miss their share of happiness, not because they never found it, but because they didn’t stop to enjoy it. ~ William Feather

One of the things I crave the most while hiking on the Appalachian Trail is a cold coke.  There exists a photo of me lovingly hugging a coke machine in Fontana that I hope to show you some day.  Today, while in Atlanta, home of Coca Cola, it made sense for me to tour the World of Coke.

To be honest, the World of Coca Cola, was interesting and definitely would be fun for kids.  The exhibits also would be truly fascinating to people interested in marketing in advertising.  There are my friends, some bizarre forms and icons in the advertising world of Coke.

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20150817_131241Simple and in neon, easy choice for me.

The 4-D exhibit was lousy, the 3-D images were ok, the movie a bit silly as to be expected.  However the moving seats were ridiculously, seemingly set up to jerk you around, just to jerk you around, they warn you they may hurt your back.  They truly made the exhibit unenjoyable, the little blasts of water and air were interesting effects.  But seriously, Coke has massive amounts of money, they couldn’t have designed and installed a better set of motion seats.  I wouldn’t skip it, but I’d sit in the back, non-moving row.

One thing, also predictable, but I thought was interesting, was the way Fanta was represented.  In Germany during WWII the Coke plants in Germany could not be get Coke syrup from the US.  So they searched around to find other options for producing soda, the creation was Fanta, fruit flavored sodas.  In 1955, Coke reacquired Fanta and made it part of the coke line.  Here’s how that history is covered in the World of Coca Cola exhibit:

20150817_131735All in all it was a nice way to spend an hour and a half, the tasting room is nuts by the way, 101 sodas at your disposal, one named Beverly, from Italy was particularly interesting, I leave it up to you to taste it for yourself.  A Coke fueled happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

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Happiness is being scared senseless

Happiness is being scared senseless

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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. ~ Frank Herbert, Dune

We have been talking a lot here lately about my upcoming adventure, for those of you who are new, I’m about to quit my job and spend 6 months hiking on the Appalachian Trail. Of course this also involves selling my house, quitting my job and effectively being unemployed and homeless for the next year. Now it means being homeless and unemployed in the best way possible of course, but it is still more than a bit daunting.

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This thought hit me especially hard tonight, I’ve been in the mountains for 4 days doing some training hikes and tonight I’m sitting here watching television in a nice warm cottage, a fire in the fireplace, more than comfortable. I have my things around me, all of the comforts I could want or need, snacks in the refrigerator, restaurants only minutes away. I can make myself hotter or colder with the flick of a thermostat, have all manner of electricity and hot water at the ready.

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Come the middle of December all of that is gone, I will be driving cross country, camping a lot of nights, some of those nights will certainly be rainy and colder than I would like. There will be nights I don’t know where I’ll be sleeping. nights sleeping in the car, I’ll be camping, occasional hotel nights, staying form time to time with friends but there are no absolute set plans. There will be a lot of time where I am alone without internet contact with anyone. I know, first world problems.

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If I can be completely honest with you friends at some level this whole thing scares me senseless. And perhaps this is what makes me different, but that is the point. To hide myself away in a nice comfy little cave, in a nice comfy little job doesn’t create growth, doesn’t make me happy. Making myself thoroughly uncomfortable five years ago led to the creation of the Ministry of Happiness, it’s why the image on the site is of Cho Oyu at sunset in the Himalayas, from my last adventure.

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It is my hope a book will come out of my next adventure, some more peace, some achievement, and opportunity to spend some quality time with my nieces and nephews. It also will of course leads to things I can’t see or imagine right now, again the point of all this. Overcoming our fears is what makes us stronger, better, helps us grow into the people we hope to be someday. So I’m afraid but I’m pushing forward, getting more ready to go each day. The goal is to keep moving forward and to make happier days my friends
~ Rev Kane

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Happiness Quotes

Happiness Quotes

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As we are heading out of the holiday season, I hope you all have been doing well.  We’ve past the solstice and every day now gets a little brighter, literally.  Today’s holiday happiness post some quotes to make you think and hopefully have a happy day my friends  ~ Rev Kane

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Happiness, Simplicity & Gratitude

Happiness, Simplicity & Gratitude

By letting it go it all gets done. The world is won by those who let it go. But when you try and try. The world is beyond the winning. ~ Lao Tzu

So lately the following image has been flying around on social networking sites:

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There is some real wisdom in this simple little sign and it’s about honesty, simplicity and gratitude.  We talk a lot here at the Ministry of Happiness about simplifying your life because complexity often leads to difficulty and problems which reduce our happiness.  Being grateful is something that allows you to have a more positive perspective on life and honesty will quite simply help you cut the through the bullshit of life.  As the sign says, if you miss someone contact them, it constantly amazes me how this simple bit of logic alludes us all at times.  All too often we sit around and wonder if someone we care about is unhappy or upset with us, but we don’t ask.  So many times when you ask that question you find out how imperfect communication is between people.

I am perhaps more keenly aware of this than others because I have always been a bit of a gypsy.  As a result, my friends and loved ones are often at a distance from me and I have to rely a lot less than other people do on the comfort of face-to-face interactions.  I can’t tell you how many times I have been misinterpreted or misinterpreted what was written in an e-mail or letter.  A quick phone call can create confusion between people because the other person is distracted on the other end of the line, no form of communication is perfect until we evolve to communicate mind-to-mind.

The answer is to just be as open and honest as you can possibly be, the people who really care about you will receive this better than you might imagine.  Be simple, take the easiest straightest path to the things you want and need in your pursuit of happiness.  Be grateful for what and who you have in your life, and for the opportunities this life presents us all.  Finally, as always, have a happy day my friends. ~ Rev Kane

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Happiness is Poetry: Trista Mateer

Happiness is Poetry: Trista Mateer

01Tonight, upon the recommendation of Ashe Vernon, I bring you the poetry of Trista Mateer.  All of the poetry I really like is fairly raw, it’s the way I write and what I like to read.  Cut open your chest let your heart spill out on the table and you have my attention.  Her work is very raw and wonderful, I’ve written parallel’s to her Instead of Writing Our Breakup Poem and I absolutely love hers, it flows through all of the raw emotions you dance through at the end.  I just bought her first book, Honeybee: Poems About Letting Go and her other book The Dogs I Have Kissed.  Giver her a read and check out her blog, it’s wonderful and have a happy day my friends. ~ Rev Kane

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You have run off and taken my anger with you.
Zeus drawing lines in the sand
with his lightning bolts
because he cannot find a reason to throw them;
I think you are a coward.
I think other poets have written this poem.
I think other men have run off the same way
but it never really feels the same;
each new absence a fresh burn.
A grazed knee. A paper cut. A plane crash.
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INSTEAD OF WRITING OUR BREAKUP POEM

Part 1

Instead of writing our breakup poem.
I teach myself to make every kind of peach-themed
baked good possible. I buy four new books of poetry and
black out the poems that remind me of you.
I start feeding my Neopets again. I keep notes
on how long it takes for my succulents to die without water.
I look up the price of plane tickets from BWI
to every major city in the US. I practice packing
and unpacking suitcases.
I stop masturbating because it makes me cry.
I make bad art and keep it to myself. I make bad art and
share it with the internet.

Part 2

Instead of writing our breakup poem
I book tickets to every place in the world
that I have a friend in because I need somebody
to lean on; and so I sleep on a couch in London
a couch in Glasgow, a futon in Minneapolis,
a hotel bed in Edinburgh, a double bed in Atlanta
where I have two big windows that face the woods
and make me want to write the poem I’m trying
not to write.
I live out of a suitcase for a month and a half.
I only cry on a train once, but I cry in an Uber twice.
I tell my mother everything is fine because
everything is mostly fine.
I keep waiting for you to call me.

Part 3

Instead of writing our breakup poem
I compose different emails to you one after another and delete them all without sending anything. They’re all some variation of “I hate this and I miss you.”

S– I won an award for the poems I wrote about coffee and peaches and wanting you. I don’t know how to feel about it. I want to throw up thinking about all the new people running their hands over our love letters.

S– This is going to be the first Christmas since I was eighteen years old that I didn’t make some corny joke about waking up to find you sprawled out naked under my tree. Does it count if I make the joke early? Does it count if you never read this? I keep thinking about that year I undressed and twirled myself up in gold ribbon, put a bow on my head the same color as my lipstick, sent you photos of the unwrapping.

S– I used to have all these dreams about being pregnant in a hospital bed with you slipping your fingers through my hair and kissing the side of my face. For the last week, I’ve had this repeating dream where you’re in the hospital and they won’t let me into the room. And when I wake up, I can’t even tell myself that it’s just a dream. We both know I should be there. I should be there. I should BE there.

S–

Part 4

Instead of writing our breakup poem.
I throw out the things that remind me of you:

my green duvet cover,
that pumpkin t-shirt you used to make fun of,
four sets of lingerie.

I stare a lot at my ceiling thinking about how
I could change cities
and the ghost of your hands would still follow me
everywhere.

I change cities anyway.

Part 5

Instead of writing our breakup poem
I think a lot about absence and the heart. I test the weight of words like “foolishness” and “devotion” on my tongue. I talk too much about The One and the myth of predetermined soulmates. I yell at the stars. I play devil’s advocate with myself. I clip coupons and daydream about decorating an apartment you’ve never set foot in.

I daydream about you setting foot in it. I talk about your voice like it was my last home. Like I moved to Atlanta from YOU and not from Baltimore. Like the last house I lived in was constructed of pet names and euphemisms for sex.

In one version of this story, I think about you all the time. In another version of this story, I am already thinking about the hands of other people. Every day I have one foot in both truths.

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Writer’s Relief

Listen, you have to pull it together.
There’s no use agonizing over mouths
that don’t want to open around your
name. Stop mourning the doors you left
locked and bolted. Put on the red dress.
Empty out your purse. Chase the anxiety
meds with gin. Leave your pens at home.
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Taxi Cab Confession

It is always just before you close the trunk and reach for the door, that I find the right words—and then swallow them.
We’re all moving around like clock hands and I have no business asking anyone to stand still for me.
I don’t think I will ever have the nerve to ask another person to stay.
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To Myself: On the Plane

You kiss boys like you practiced on juice boxes,
always reaching for one last drop.
You kiss girls like you really believe
slow and steady is the way to win a race.
You don’t kiss your family anymore,
not even on the cheek.
The last time someone took your face in their palms,
you wanted to move into their night stand.
You wanted to curl up with your head between your legs.
You wanted to do cartwheels down the street
and never come back.
You went back; but only twice.
He talked too much about Canada in his sleep.
You thought for a while he might just have a thing
for cold weather,
but she wasn’t a country; she was a girl.
When you left, you texted him from the airport
because you’re bad at goodbyes,
and what he said made you cry your way onto the plane.
I know that it’s hard to be hard,
but you’re stronger for this.

 

Other Posts You Might Enjoy!

Happiness is Poetry: Ashe Vernon

Happiness is Poetry: Warsan Shire

Happiness is Poetry: Doug Draime

Happiness is Poetry: Sapphire

 

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Amazing Festivals for your Bucket List

Amazing Festivals for your Bucket List

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Bliss Dancing at dawn

Bliss Dancing at dawn

Today I decided to take a tour around the web to create a list of festivals for my bucket list.  I’m happy to say I’ve attended a few of them already.  What you won’t see are the standards, St. Patrick’s Day, Chinese New Year, New Year’s Eve in Sydney Harbor, those are more holidays than festivals.  I also left off all of the various food festivals and music festivals like Glastonbury, The Electric Forest and Coachella, those lists will come another time.  Here’s the list, check them out, enjoy and have a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

The first festival I have to include is one I’ve attended many times, the Burning Man Festival held in the Nevada desert each year at the end of Summer.  A brief description will not do, so links to several pieces about the festival.

Happiness, Burning Man, Woodstock & a Common Compassion Movement

On Burning Man & The Appalachian Trail

Happiness is Art: Burning Man

If Burning Man Was What People Thought It Was

Burning Man: The Dissolution of Normal

The festival we know as Mardi Gras in the United States is also known as Carnival in Brazil.  If you’ve never done a Mardi Gras celebration in New Orleans you really need to, it’s wonderful and no, I’m not talking about Bourbon Street.  As a matter of fact, if you want to party on Bourbon Street I’d recommend anytime except Mardi Gras.  My favorite part of Mardi Gras are the parades, I love them, lot’s of happy people having a good time, trinkets and prizes being tossed from amazing floats, it’s a really wonderful atmosphere.

Rev Kane (rt) and his friend Rich post parades

Rev Kane (rt) and his friend Rich post parades

elspeth fix fix float 1 fix ladder chairsAlternately, you should check out Mardi Gras in Mobile, AL the oldest Mardi Gras celebration in America.  I’ll be taking my own advice and will be attending this years festivities in the city.

01Finally Carnival, most well-known for the celebration in Rio is the Brazilian form of the holiday.  I spent some time in Brazil and unfortunately never made it to a Carnival celebration, however I did get a great tip.  Brazilians told me to skip Rio and to go instead to the Carnival celebration in Salvadore de Bahia, so that would definitely be worth exploring, smaller crowds, fewer pickpockets and probably less expensive.

01 02 03Diwali is the Hindu Festival of Light and has interested me for sometime now, mostly as a photographer because I’ve seen so many amazing shots from India of whole cities lit up at night.

01Dios de Los Muertos (Day of the Dead) is a festival I love, I’ve come to enjoy it more than Halloween.  My hope in the next couple of years is to go celebrate in the Oaxaca region of Mexico where some of the most elaborate celebrations take place.

01 02Up Helly Aa is billed as Europe’s largest fire festival, it is in fact a festival started in the 1880’s and a celebration of the Viking Heritage of Northern Scotland. This festival is very much on my bucket list.

01 02Holi is another Hindu festival that occurs in places like India and Nepal and has recently been slightly co-opted in the US in so-called color runs.  The festival includes a big bonfire the evening before and an all out free-for-all color battle the next day in the streets, all in good fun of course.

01 02Harbin Ice and Snow Festival in China is the largest ice and snow festival in the world and it lasts a full month.  The images are utterly spectacular all of the buildings below are built from ice blocks and lit up, amazing.

01 02 03Yi Peng Lantern Festival, Chiang Mai, Thailand is a Buddhist festival where thousands of lanterns are launched into the sky, each one carrying a wish.  Seems like a great thing to tie into a larger trip in Thailand.

01Floating Lantern Festival Honolulu, would you rather launch your lantern on the ocean and stay a little closer to home, well then this may be your festival.

01Albuquerque Balloon Festival, what is there to say, The Big Q, Southwestern weather and cuisine and more hot air balloons than your brain can process.

01 02Winter Light Festival Japan, this four-month long festival celebrates light, color and flowers.  It seems like a photographers paradise.

01 02 03Rouketopolemos Rocket War (Greece), an Easter Celebration rocket war in Greece, sounds like a great place to hang out and watch two church parishes literally try to ring each other’s bells with homemade rockets.

01Pflasterspektakel, in Linz, Austria is a three-day festival in July for street performers of just about every type, and yes, there will likely be mimes.

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Happiness is Poetry: Rev Kane

Happiness is Poetry: Rev Kane

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Tonight selfishly a few of my own pieces, enjoy and have a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

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A Eulogy to amuse the penguins                     2006

People don’t want the truth
particularly not when death is at hand
they don’t want to know a life
can’t stand to see the warts
they want disneyanna
where at the end of the day we gather
and have a parade down main street America

My grandfather was a man
a hard man
a cold man
but he mellowed with age
hard jagged lines on his face
fading soft with his laughter
eyes lit as he talked about back in the day

He died in 1990 and I asked to do the eulogy
wanting to speak his life warts and all
but my bitch of a sister ratted me out
ratted me out to my aunt the nun
I suffered through the speeches
sister, aunt, father oh my
to my shame I acquiesced

But I was on the hook my friends
had to stand up in front
relatives, family, friends, nuns
So I chose to pick a slice
grab a day in the life
and this is the one I chose

My grandfather loved tomatoes and roses
and in the neighborhood was a challenged boy
a boy of 32 with a dad in his 50’s
the boy had trampled grandpa’s plants and he was pissed
he had the opportunity to see the boy’s father
never given to silence he spoke
of course grandpa spoke with his fists
like an 87 yr old warrior from the WWF
he came off the top step with a right cross
Grandpa went to scrappin in the street
he lost, hitting his head on the curb

I found my way to the hospital the next day
and asked him what happened
he said that guy had a roll of nickels in his hand
yeah grandpa, he was waitin for you
then he grew stone faced and paused
looking at me, seriously he said
I hit that guy in the gut with everything I had
and he didn’t go down, I might be getting old
and I laughed at the coolest thing I’ve ever heard
that day, my 87 year old grandfather just started to consider that he might be getting old
People in the church smiled, but the penguins rolled in aisle, because they knew him best

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Addicted to Her                                               05/23/08

She is liquid heroin to me
taking my distance
as I will often do
suffering the tremors of withdrawal
the pain of space, and time and distance
I begin to recover
crawling inch by inch
to that most tentative of safe spaces

Only to gain a taste
rekindling the addiction
the pain of need
the need of pain, of love, of together
sucked into the cycle
having to score a fix of her
again and again
obsessively doing whatever it takes
to have contact, a word, a scream
rock bottom is not so much a splat
but a thud
imbedded so deeply into the need
that there is nothing else

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Rice Paper Thin                                       8/08/05

Rice paper,
thin,
stretched over mouth
mind
body
soul
wanting to say anything
knowing it will tear
everything fall out

Trying to hold it together
creasing the paper
in the ever exhausting effort
to maintain the image needed,
the limits exposed
bowing only to the match in my hand
that ignites the paper
burning all to ashes

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Happiness is Poetry: Even More Bukowski

Happiness is Poetry: Even More Bukowski

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Hello friends, I’ve posted a few posts of Charles Bukowski’s poems but tonight I want to go a little further with my favorite poet. I actually found Bukowski first through his novels, the writing was raw, honest and touched me. Within the books there was some of his poetry and that was my entry way into Bukowski the poet. Over a one year period I read everything I could get my hands on and since then, as a book collector, have bought a number of his rarer books. Bukowski is beyond rough around the edges, he’s just plain rough, some would say a hard man. Bukowski is not for the faint of heart. In tonight’s post, some stories, interviews and of course some of his poetry, enjoy my friend, have a read and a happy day ~ Rev Kane

An article by Bukowski writing about the race track and life
Charles Bukowski’s first interview

A Smile to Remember

we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, “be happy Henry!”
and she was right: it’s better to be happy if you
can
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week
while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn’t
understand what was attacking him from within.
my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: “Henry, smile!
why don’t you ever smile?”
and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw
one day the goldfish died, all five of them,
they floated on the water, on their sides, their
eyes still open,
and when my father got home he threw them to the cat
there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother
smiled
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Relentless as the Tarantula

they’re not going to let you
sit at a front table
at some cafe in Europe
in the mid-afternoon sun.
if you do, somebody’s going to
drive by and
spray your guts with a
submachine gun.
they’re not going to let you
feel good
for very long
anywhere.
the forces aren’t going to
let you sit around
fucking-off and
relaxing.
you’ve got to go
their way.
the unhappy, the bitter and
the vengeful
need their
fix – which is
you or somebody
anybody
in agony, or
better yet
dead, dropped into some
hole.
as long as there are
humans about
there is never going to be
any peace
for any individual
upon this earth or
anywhere else
they might
escape to.
all you can do
is maybe grab
ten lucky minutes
here
or maybe an hour
there.
something
is working toward you
right now, and
I mean you
and nobody but
you.
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A Close Call While Shopping

pushing my cart through the supermarket
today
the thought passed through my mind
that I could start
knocking cans from the shelves and
also rolls of towels, toilet paper,
silver foil,
I could throw oranges, bananas, tomatoes
through the air, I could take cans of
beer from the refrigerated section and
start gulping them, I could pull up
women’s skirts, grab their asses,
I could ram my shopping cart through
the plate-glass window…
then another thought occurred to me:
people generally consider something
before they do it.
I pushed my cart along…
a woman in a checkered skirt was
bending over the pet food section.
I seriously considered grabbing her
ass
but I didn’t, I rolled on
by.
I had the items I needed and I rolled
my cart up to the checkout stand.
a lady in a red smock with a nameplate
on
awaited me.
the nameplate indicated her as
“Robin.”
Robin looked at me: “how you doing?”
she asked.
“fine,” I told her.
and then she began tabulating my
purchases
not in the least knowing that
the fellow standing there before her
had just two minutes ago been
one grab from the
madhouse.

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A Virtual Guide to the Calaveras Redwood North Grove Hike

A Virtual Guide to the Calaveras Redwood North Grove Hike

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Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.            ~ John Muir

This post is an attempt to bring you as close to hiking the 1.5 mile North Grove Trail in Calaveras Big Trees State Park, through a magnificent grove of giant redwood trees.  The park is beautiful and well worth a visit, maybe this little virtual tour will inspire you to make the trip to see some of the largest things that have ever lived.  Most of the information used for this post comes from the parks, A Guide to the Calaveras North Grove Trail, a great little pamphlet that marks out the trail and only costs 50 cents!

The redwood groves were discovered, at least by white men, in 1852 when a hunter named Augustus T. Dowd was chasing a wounded grizzly bear.  The Miwok and other Native American tribes had of coursed lived in and around the big trees for thousands of years.

Calaveras Big Trees State Park is located just outside of Arnold, California and down the road from Murphys, California.  The surrounding area of the park is a beautiful part of the Sierra Nevada Mountains and a great place for a vacation.

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visitor center area

The rest of the post will be a virtual tour/description of the hiking trail through the North Grove of the state park, a 1.5 mile interpretive trail and hike.

Before the official start of the trail there is a lovely little amphitheater.

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I was also lucky enough on my way into the trail to have a ranger walking the trail in front of me and this picture will give you a sense of the massive size of these magnificent trees.

redwood trees, hikingThe beginning of the trail is something called the Big Stump.  This was the original tree that Augustus T Dowd found in 1852.  After not being believed initially, he brought some men up into the mountains to show them.  The grove became immediately popular and folks did what they do and decided to try and makes some money off of the giant trees, so they stripped the tree of it’s bark and cut it down.  Well, not exactly cut, there were no saws big enough, so in fact they used pump augers and wedges to fell the tree.  The bark was actually reassembled as part of a traveling exhibition.

This tree was called the Discovery Tree and it was massive in 1850, if left alone it likely would be one of the largest trees alive.  It’s rings showed that in the last years before it was cut it was growing incredibly fast.

The Sentinel Trees are the next stop on the tour, a couple of magnificent representatives of these spectacular trees.

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The Sentinel Trees

The next stop on the trail is a large branch laying on the ground.  The branch has a four foot diameter and frankly, if you weren’t in a redwood forest you would think that this was a fallen tree by itself.  It’s hard to understand the immensity of these trees and their branches from the images.  I couldn’t get a good photo of the fallen branch without getting off the trail, so in order to respect the rules of the park I’m just providing a shot of the grove near this stop on the trail.

redwood tree hiking trailThis massive tree fell over in 1965, so it’s been laying on the ground nearly as long as I’ve been alive.  This does illustrate one of the really cool things about redwood trees, their wood decays unbelievably slowly, it’s for this reason and its beauty that redwood is such a desirable wood for building and furniture making.

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A little hard to see, there’s a chipmunk on the bole

redwood tree hiking trail The chipmunk helps illustrate the diversity of wildlife that utilizes the forest.  The only other wildlife I got to see on the walk was a Stellar Jay pictured below.

redwood tree hiking trailThis tree is known as the Empire State tree and is likely the largest living tree in the grove.  It has a base diameter of thirty feet, at breast height (the forestry term for measuring trees is DBH, diameter at breast height, approximately 4.5 feet off the ground) it’s still twenty feet in diameter, a truly massive tree.

redwood tree hiking trailThe next stop on the trail is for a tree that shows the spiral growth pattern that many of the trees grow in.  Spiral growth trees are actually more flexible and are better able to withstand wind stress and snow loading.

redwood tree hiking trailThe next stop on the trail is a tree called the Granite tree, unfortunately I didn’t get a good shot of the tree.  But the stop on the trail discusses the basics of plant growth because after all, a redwood might be a giant one, but it’s still just a plant.

The next point on the tour are two trees who grew up together, literally like conjoined twins, so they call these trees the Siamese Twins (please no angry notes about the name, if these were named today they’d likely be the Conjoined Twins).

redwood tree hiking trailRedwood trees are not the only trees in the park, the park also has several other species of pines and Pacific Yew trees.  I have to admit to not specifically taking any photos of the other trees, I got lost in the giants.

The next named tree on the trail, and one whose name I have to like, is the Old Bachelor, this tree is considered to be a very old tree.  Remember these trees can live for thousands of years.

redwood tree hiking trailThere are various display panels along the trail and this one, next to the Mother tree, describes the full ecosystem that can exist in just one tree.  This can include various birds, mammals and lots of different types of insects and even other plant species.

Pictured below is the display and then the Mother and Son trees.  The two trees may be different sizes but likely are approximately the same age.  This spot was one my favorite on the trail.  There are two benches with lounge chair-like backs that allow you to just lay back and stare up at these wonderful trees and I did just that for a about 10 minutes.  It was when and where the Stellar Jay appeared pictured above.  I really enjoyed my time sitting there, it was like a lovely little meditation break in the forest.

The tree I’m pictured with was named Hercules and was blown down in a windstorm in December of 1862, it’s remarkable how slowly these trees decay.

redwood tree hiking trailThe Father of the Forest is the name of this tree and if fell over hundreds of years ago, no one knows for sure as the date was not recorded by the Native Americans and it feel well before 1850 when European settlers discovered the grove and started recording information about it.  The tree is really cool as there’s a little step down where you can look down through the trees main hollowed out trunk for over a 100 feet.

Stop number 14 on the trail is a place that points out some of the burls on the side of the trees.  These are rounded outgrowth on the sides of trees, and for those of us who hike in bear country, these burls unfortunately often look like a bear climbing the trees.  Burls are responsible for a lot of adrenaline bursts for hikers.

The next tree is the Mother of the Forest, a tree that was stripped of it’s bark in another attempt at people making money off of the trees.  This left the tree susceptible to fire, normally redwoods actually flourish in a fire ecosystem and their bark offers great protection, without their bark, well, here’s the result.

redwood tree hiking trailAs a demonstration of the benefit of fire to giant redwoods, this area burned significantly in 1908 and as you can see from the photos, the area now supports a grove of 100 year-old redwood trees that are doing very well.

A little bit of history for our next stop, this is the point where the Carson-Emigrant Trail passed through the grove.  This was the trail used to carry mail from Murphys, CA to Carson City, NV from the 1850’s through the 1870’s, including by snowshoe in winter.  It’s also called the Old Camel Trail as a group of camels from Mongolia passed through in 1861 on their way to Walker, NV.

carson emigrant trail

On this point of the trail you are walking through the heart of the grove, I’ve included a photo with people in it so that you can see how big the trees really are by comparison.

A common practice used to be to name some of the larger trees after famous people.  This particular tree was named after Abraham Lincoln in 1865 after his death.

abraham lincoln treeThe next tree on the trail was the grove’s answer to the Wawona Tunnel Tree in Yosemite.  This tree tunnel was carved into a tree named the Pioneer Cabin Tree, unfortunately in 2017, rains loosened the soil and the tree fell and shattered.

Even though they survive well in a fire ecosystem protected by hard to burn bark, that protection is not perfect, as illustrated by the burn scar on this tree.  However you can see that the bark is over time repairing itself.

These three trees, the Three Graces yielded me what I think was my best photo of the day.

The next couple of trees are two of the largest in the park both with diameters of over 17 feet at breast height.

The last stop on the trail is a group of trees named for Desire Fricot who was a significant figure in the preservation of this amazing grove of trees.  There is a platform at the base that allows you to get up close and see the bark of the trees up close and a shot a close up to help you replicate the experience.

The entire walk is only 1.5 miles and could easily be done in less than an hour, but I took two hours to walk the trail.  Taking time to saunter, to sit and meditate a bit and really soak in the joy that is just being in nature amongst these magnificent trees.  I hope you enjoyed this virtual tour, and as always, have a happy day my friends. ~ Rev Kane

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