Today I saw an eagle

Today I saw an eagle fly over the wild river portion of the Rogue River northwest of Grants Pass where kayakers need a permit to venture more for the rangers knowing they have gone down river than for any other reason. I gambled the weather forecast of the rain stopping around noon would hold twenty miles out at the Rainie Falls Trail, two miles down, two miles back, according to Alltrails 1,600 feet of elevation , but 400 high to low, on a wet, rocky trail the width of my hiking pole, in some areas pure jumbled, jagged rock, cut by waterfalls running streams across and down the trail, forming pools deeper than my boots. I loved every inch. Although wet from rain falling, water dripping off overhangs, and sweating, I was unsatisfied as I neared the end back at the beginning below the bridge: I wanted more. I could see the parking lot on the other side of the river, when the eagle reappeared. I stopped to watch him turn, gliding back over the river, then I lingered listening to the raging river roar. I left satisfied.

Pics: some of the waterfalls of Rainie Falls.



You know the reasons why: adventure, travel, hiking, friends, living, and inspiration.  I enjoy writing poetry. It suits my back, traveling lightly; a sense of rthym, a decent vocabulary,  a good memory, and inspiration to carry.

I left crescent city playing tag with the rain along the redwood highway until the tunnel on the other side the rain held off long enough to set up. Rained heavily all night, then yesterday was unexpectedly, a clear, sunny day. So I did the 4 miles around cathedral trails outside grants pass then another five at lower table trail about twenty miles up the rouge river. Two trails with different sets of trees, plants and flowers. Rolling wooded Cathedral dominated by red indian paintbrush and violet shooting stars, also called birds’ beak under moss coated pines and deciduous. Table trail rising 800 feet transitioning through 6 climes with different trees, brush, flowers, some found only, yes, only there. A much greater variety on table, my favorite flower was the perfect red bell, reminding of my yet unpublished poem, bells. At the top of table is a flat tireless horseshoe snapped plateau more than a mile wide, a field of varied wild flowers and vernal pools w fairy shrimp and a 360 view including snow covered mountains in the distance. One of the most incredible places I’ve been. The moss and lichens, adorned with the tiniest flowers perfect in size for boquets and garlands for elves.

In August 2016, I left the Appalachian Trail to sell my house and purchase an Airstream 25FB travel trailer which I describe as living in a tunnel.

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My name is Thomas Buzas, also known by the trail name Apa. This blog covers my travels, experiences, and impressions since August 2016, and back to 2010 covering four trips cross country, to Alaska and 1,600 miles of the Appalachian Trail. I’m fairly boring, but I do interesting things.