SUBMITTED OCTOBER 2017
Caution, I don’t doggedly follow the poem’s path so much as I immerse myself in a holistic pool of its words and images. Paths come later, for those with boots.
There are several possible WWWHs and HOBs which can be placed as needed, but they’re back at camp and I’m headed for a named trail now. Come along and see it bold.
Its not a loop trail, it has two trailheads. If you use Rene’s scheme, imagine the two intersecting roads on the map as pole -X and floor-Y. Attach one TH to each and voila!, you’ve got a brave triangular loop. (Brave means tall) Ever hear of an ancient named, Hero of Alexandria? Bright guy. Studied waterwheels & pneumatics. Worked them cold. Zero. No predecessors. He devised a neat measure for triangle areas using only perimeters. Yeh, no height needed! We called him ‘No pole Leon’. … thanks for laughing.
More recently, another old man took his own measure on this very trail. Told me he laughed when he got back to his car just because he’d done it! I’m guessing what he really laughed at were some memorable experiences that he won’t tell, and maybe a 13 year old’s name for this place. Silent P’s & G’s are kind of funny.
There’s a few creeks up here, fordable but be careful, a wrong step and quick slip will chill your nips. The great glory of this place is in Mom’s long-sightedness over her fields of wild flowers. Sometimes I come just to watch summer’s sun pillow down in them at end of day.
Its a great place to take your girl. Maybe blaze a stone or tree with a heart and a pair of initials for her. Who knows? Years later, sitting under an osprey on the Madison, you might remember it to her with a note. Here’s a hint, if your girl’s too meek to bait a hook, Cougar Creek is a clever boy’s chance to put an arm around her. City boys have to rely on horror films in darkened theaters for those opportunities. That’s a heavy load.
This creek here quits soon, but a little Duck will paddle it down to the setting sun … ain’t that Rich? Oh come on, look at your map and laugh at that. I’m no linguist, but a nearby bell peals off too. Google ‘bells peals’ please. Now see that dandy Sandy Butte over there? Its just the cup to hide a young lady’s face or for what boys are oft attributed to. (A cup is a small hill.)
So now that you’re wise to the Gneiss Trail, have fun imagining on Yellowstone’s Sunset-strip. Go in peace Traveler.
Well , those are the short highlights, if that’s not a contradiction. The must-have 9’s are too complex for writing out, but they’re here if you’re dyslexic & good looking.
My first trigger was “Listen Good” which has nothing to do with that “Hear ye all” toll. A LIST is a line, a strip, a stripe, an edge, a border or perimeter. FF puts his rules ON a list. To tailors, the list is the selvage of a bolt of fabric. (I’ve heard it called a bold of fabric, but I think that was colloquial.) If you’re an environmentalist more that most, you’ll know the RED LIST of endangered species. DO NOT TOUCH them. A jouster’s shield or kings crest may be encircled or sectioned by lists. Sometimes a ribbony one arches across a scant announcing some profound literary nonsense in Latin, or just a cold R.I.P. Charlie Brown.
Trailhead #1 is at 7 Mile Bridge. My NatGo map shows Cougar Patrol Cabin above it, but I don’t find it on GE.
If you’re sliding down the north pole, Grayling Creek might be your threshold moment. (Stout Hearts were in Texas, but the photo said Grayling.) From there, TH #2 is nigh, look quickly down for a grove of aspens. For some, it’s a permanent put-in, but the parking’s good. Nice pics of it on Find-a-Grave Fir Ridge.