We're staying in Cradle Mountain National Park for a few days and the weather has not been conducive to nature loving. Or even nature making out. On the upside, the season does change about every 4 minutes. The I composed these haiku while staring out our cabin window waiting for the sleet to subside so we could get on the trails.
big hike planned today
sleeting on Cradle Mountain
every fucking time
momentary sun
quick, before it hides again
run for the summit
wilderness village
stupid name for these cabins
but, there's a heater
Tasmanian woods
weatherproofed my new hikies
now, about my face
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| Old hikies. No treads left on the heels. |
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| New hikies. Ready to climb shit. |
