Piling up

I have been doing a great many things lately, and writing none of them down on here. But never fear, for I am writing them down! I've been keeping a journal of my ideas and notes and thoughts that I'm pretty proud of. Basically, it's a place for me to reopen and explore that creative side that always haunts my late nights and early mornings.
It's funny to me that yesterday I was driving through the deeply gouged Feather River Canyon for miles and miles, gazing into rolling, steep and forested foothills that I had never seen in my life until then. Today I had the pleasure of commanding a raft of seven strangers through the American River canyon, and like being at home I am never done being pleased just watching the waters roll and roll around the rocks and between trees. I think river canyons might be the most magical places I've found yet. There is a mystery and significance looming behind the shadowy cliffs and deep beneath the rocks. Histories for every chipped stone or exploded gully fill my wandering thoughts with the fantasy of lives that could have been.
I enjoy being totally frightened.. and heading into the solid blackness of the unknown. It makes me feel alive. And once you've passed through the great beyonds, you find yourself return and enlightened, a place for which there is no better.

Probably the best feeling a human body is capable of feeling is the "lost and found"
feeling: when you can't find something important until you finally do, and your mind can rest at ease. This manifests itself in so many different ways. I love that feeling.

Now I should go to sleep. Maybe I'll write more about my other outdoors ventures of late, like Yosemite, Tuolomne, Mt. Lassen, Lake Almanor, rafting, romping and the loving of summer. For now I need sleep. Goodnight