Off The Grid

As a kind of antidote to my urban wanderings in NYC, I went off the grid this weekend for one long day on the Olympic peninsula. This involved a walk in the rainforest, which involved a field exploding with forsythia, sneaking through a paper-thin slot canyon, and a pale green pool that was the very definition of stillness.

The walk had a point—we were looking for a "big rock," a sacred spot to the local tribe. Maybe you can only see it if you really believe, though, because that rock turned out to be pretty hard to find. Only half of us actually beheld it, and me, being a believer—in life, in mystery, in things we cannot see—was one of them.

Here's to sacred rocks, and repelling down them with a beer in yer pocket.