Up North Tomahawk
Intergenerational Description of Joint Project
Brainstormed the wonders of up north Wisconsin and then put our thoughts on paper.
Celebration of Rachel Carson’s Sense of Wonder
It reminded us of how great the world has brought us can be.
Up North Tomahawk
Darkness is all I see walking into the seemingly never ending woods. With a light on my head only shining ten feet in front of me, my mind thinks of what hides just•:beyond the beam of light. Searching for landmarks picked out in the day is a much greater struggle in the dark but I hope to find the tree stand soon, without wandering off or tripping over fallen trees.
Looking around with the beam of light on my head, I discover so much; l see solid trees, wet mashed leaves, and scurrying animals in bushes afar. In the tree stand, a hook is waiting for my harness to lie in. The tree is still growing, for it has made the hook strap going around the tree tighter against it, as if it is sinking in and becoming one with the tree itself. One last look through the beam of light on my head, looking for what was lurking around me is what I see before total darkness alone in the stand.
A midst the darkness, past the brush, and through the large tree trunks, I see a yellow-orange ominous glowing rising and bringing light to everyone up, though it seems just for me. Cracks of light shine through the canopy of naked branches in front of me. Light that is appreciated and loved for it brings a new day, ease of mind, and warmth to my body. With the darkness dwindling away, shadows and objects can blearily be seen. Like a reader without his glasses, only blurs and shapes can be deciphered.
The shapes seem to know me, forming to your thoughts and giving you company. Leaves and broken branches transformed into people and things. Searching the landscape for different images is the only way to fight the boredom and thoughts about the cold. As the awakening sun starts to tower over the woods, the images seen before dissipate into the surrounding light. Trees, branches, animals, and more become clearly visible though they were nowhere to be found a little while ago. Turkeys, ungracefully flying into branches as if they just started flying; give some humor to the days beginning.
Squirrels, hopping three feet forward then surveying the area; sometimes discovering me up in the stand, give me something to focus.
For hours ahead of me still await; creeping on slowly but bringing new experiences every once in a while. Animals scurry while trees talk to each other, not knowing I am just an observer among them. A part of a world not known by most is where I find myself most humble.