Talking mountain

Posted on April 8, 2009 in Hiking Photos

The phone rang but I was in the middle of the chaparral. A friend needed me. Through the communications facility at the top of this distant mountain she had found me. As I huffed and puffed up the unnamed dirt road, we threshed out her problems. The olive wool and spidery orange dodder trembled very slightly at my end of the conversation The brush kept her secrets as I spoke them.

On my way back, I slipped on loose rocks, bruising my elbow. If I had needed I could have used my phone to call for help. The only trouble was I walked the road with no name. How would I help them to find me?