In the wilderness lies the preservation of the world.
Henry David Thoreau

After the Flood – Day 10

The morning seems peaceful, the birds sing, near us the Toba softly splashes against the shore, and not a raindrop in sight. But there is a nervousness in the air: how much of our sand bank and our camp has the Little Toba River flooded? We are relieved to see that our campfire site has survived (but just barely), as well as part of the circle where we all used to sit. And over the course of the morning the water level slowly recedes. The motivation, joy and energy for action are back, and in the afternoon we explore the forest. I examine trees that are intertwined with each other: the way they are interlocked and seemingly nearly dancing together, the way they stand next to and with each other, impresses me. In addition, I discover four hemlock firs growing on the trunk of a sitka spruce. In this way, new life is emerging from the dead wood. In the evening it gets mystical: wafts of fog in several layers pull across the Toba, and the many insects have to watch out for hungry bats. Tired and happy we finally climb into our tents. – Anna

Schreibe einen Kommentar

Deine E-Mail-Adresse wird nicht veröffentlicht.