Lost Creek Rambler

“Walking through Centennial Park, I was reminded that nature and civilization have struck a peculiar bargain. One pretends to be wild while the other pretends to be wise, and both seem satisfied so long as nobody asks too many questions. The trees mind their business, the statues stand tall, and the people stroll about as if they’ve solved life, when in truth they’ve only postponed thinking about it until another day.” — LCR

“When’s the last time you slowed down long enough to notice everything around you?”

“Lightning writes its opinion across the sky in a hurry, and thunder takes its time explaining the point.” — LCR

Do thunderstorms relax you… or keep you awake all night?

While wandering around the old bridge in Lost Creek, headed toward Big Bottom, I found myself stepping softer than usual. I couldn’t help but wonder what life was like for the ones that crossed it, and whether they reckoned their days as ordinary as I reckon mine.

What do you think everyday life felt like here a hundred years ago?