This week’s barkeep for Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub is American Haijin Frank J. Tassone, who invites us to take a hike, make it haibunilicious, and share it with the other pubbers…
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Getting High
After fishing just below The Falls, I climb into the pickup and head for home, but decide on a detour. Six miles up Brownington Road a break in the treeline on the left marks the start of the precipitous trail up Prospect Hill, almost too steep to drive, but I trust the truck’s lowest gear as it approaches the summit, bouncing over the deeply rutted trail, undeterred by wind-fallen branches, and scrambling over large, loose stone.
I hike the last stretch
a hundred yards to sunlight
a silent clearing
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dVerse Poets Pub
Haibun Monday
~ Take A Hike ~
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Sounds pretty nice! I can resonate with this too. Sometimes, the detours have the best routes; you get to feel all those bumps and witness such hidden scenery and different roads. Beautiful writing!
Thanks, Lucy; In a corner of the world where almost all roads are dirt roads, and woods is everywhere you go, it’s hard to tell the detours from the main routes. It’s the destination, as always, that matters most.
Feels like a magical, secret place that few get to very often. Nice to have that kind of a place to yourself.
Thanks for lettin’ me ride shotgun Ron. I could feel ruts.
It’s fun to do some off-roading! I hope the ride was worth the view at the end. Thanks for taking us along!
sounds beautiful!
A new adventure at every turn and twist of the road!
Now that is cheating! Hiking in a truck? What happened to legs?
I love your description though. Sounds too steep for legs actually 🙂
Call me again when you’re old(er) and too out-of-shape to make the whole journey on foot, Jane. “What happened to (my) legs,” is one I ask myself all the time these days. I DID tread the last stretch by foot, which is about all I can manage these days.
I’m kidding. I can’t do steep climbs at all. I have chronic anemia and I get breathless doing those kind of stunts. Bravo for doing the last stretch 🙂
A very good Haibun Ron. I can feel that truck bouncing throught the ruts as it climbs! Feels sort of like a dream I have had when my head gets too far back over the pillow!! Great images.
dwight
Sounds like a nice way to end a good day of fishing! 🙂
Ha… great to be able to walk that last mile… a detour like this must be amazing… I do remember hiking on a road like that with 4WD coming every now and then… it looked fun to drive,,,
I’ve worn out two trucks that way. But who can resist? Your writing really catches the feeling of the call of the trail.
I like the sound of this, like I was dropped into the middle of your story. Great descriptions–I could feel those ruts. Ouch! I laughed at “haibunilicious.” 😀 This was.
I could feel you shifting gears, Ron. Both in the truck and on foot.