The Safe Side of the Fence. Part 2. June 27. Day 6.

Continued from The Safe Side of the Fence.  Part 1. 


The Safe Side of the Fence.  Part 2. Tuesday June 27. Day 6. From approx mile 38 to approx. mile 54.3. 


Okay there are a few more very cool things I have to show you. Early in the hike to Cape Falcon (I get all mixed up where everything was but I think Devil's Cauldron was part of that hike, along with lots of great glimpses of the coast from above) I saw three bridges that had obviously been worked on by an artist. It made me think of my brother Scott Malcolm who both does formal art (one of his porcelain pieces made it to the Smithsonian) and puts his artistic vision into the work he does on his home, garden and yard. Photo 7 is a collage of the bridges. 


 


On the walk I met a dayhiker, a 64 year old man who owns the music store in Cannon Beach. He also plays and teaches music and we had a very special conversation out there in the green world about the spiritual power of music. He had studied under Ali Akbar Khan when he was young. He told me he believed everyone was capable of music. A man once said to him "I have no

music inside me." He responded "did you say 'I have no music inside me' (and he said it in a flat voice with no melody like a robot) and the man realized that there was music even in his statement "I have no music inside me."


Maybe that was my favorite view of the day. I also loved the old growth trees, leaning against them, feeling their age (I imagined 300 years or more). One that I did inverted pose with my legs leaning against its trunk "talked" to me about its lower branches that were dead. It told me that if you live long enough there will be parts of you that die. They are still part of you but they just aren't alive and growing anymore. I found that oddly comforting. If I had a vision on the mountain, it was the story this old tree told me. Photo 8 looks up at the dead branches. Beyond them way up there are the young growing ones. 


 


Now I need to show you a few more gorgeous glimpses of the extraordinary Oregon coast. Photos 9, 10, 11, 12. The last one was a glimpse back and in the distance you can see Haystack Rock on Cannon Beach where I began my walk Monday. 


 



 


 


 

To be continued in The Safe Side of the Fence, part 3. 



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  1. RochelleJune 28, 2017 at 5:52 PM

    I wonder if i have misic inside of me. Practice doesn't soimd like music. It soinds like practice. Love Canon Beach. How fortunate to hike its coast.

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