[cdt-l] What to do after the CDT
blisterfree at yahoo.com
Tue Feb 13 00:41:22 CST 2007
In all seriousness, the idea of a solo hike across Mars
appeals to the sense of individualism that drives many CDT
hikers, to our desire to separate ourselves from the
familiar - from the burdens and distractions of society.
Assuming the necessary equipment and experience, who of our
unlikely ilk wouldn't want to claim such a feat, or better
yet - to be first!
But imagine that first night on the Red Planet, camped
perhaps in your Six Moon Designs Europa. The view of Earth
is surely exquisite, and in this Earth-light the pristine
surface of unexplored Martian hills and craters glows in
soft rusted hues, purely for your eyes only.
Yet the wind wails lonesomely, rattling the walls of the
tent as you struggle for sleep on the cold, hard ground.
Your imagination attempts to console you, conjuring images
of Martian critters, out there in the night, contending with
the elements same as you. But your human senses register
otherwise - your ears detect no encouraging chirp of
crickets, no familiar scent of sage or musky tone of pine
needles infiltrates your nostrils, and lurching uneasily
toward alertness your eyes open once more in search of
something in the night, something real and tangible and good
and meaningful... but there is nothing here. Nothing at all.
And for the first time you know what you thought you already
knew. Now at last you know what it means to be truly alone.
It's not the absence of humanity that bothers you so, but
what you are lacking that was your somehow intangible
sustenance through the long, autumn nights on the Divide
back home. For it was life itself that had sustained you,
and now without its fellowship you are left to fend for
yourself, one human emotionally abandoned in a universe of
Around midnight you awake in a sweat to the sound of a mouse
raiding your food bag, and are relieved to put the nightmare
behind you. Checking the bag you find the mouse did not take
much of value, just a Mars bar or two. You leave the rascal
to dine in peace, and are rocked back to sleep by the wind
in the pines, the staccato chirp of crickets like a sweet
lullaby from Mother Earth.
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