Last night I left the office (the
Cabin), went home to the music in my field. Looked up and saw a sky full of stars. Hell, threw some logs on the fire, got
a cold one, sat at a table and looked upward. Stared at the milkyway.
A million thoughts, then the first shooting
star brought me back. The third shooting star may have been the best. That star dropped and split in three or four directions.
Made me take a deep breath, fresh mountain air...
I realized at that moment, then and there, hell- I'm where it's at.
Louis L'Amour was the best at describing wild places;
Hattan's Point, Silver Reef, Durango, Abilene, Baxter Springs. All places where of a time when a man was free where ever he
could walk.
That freedom seems to be closing in on us nowadays.
Then I remember what my ol' dad told me up here in these hills, " See it, Live it. There'll never be its likes again, not
in our time or any other."
That's Little Orleans, That's Apple Mountain.
That's East Coast Sturgis
SEE IT, LIVE IT.
ALL GOOD,
APPLE
