Saturday, August 1, 2009

Lupus in fibula

Why not? Since I was a tourist for a brief time, here are three photographs from my excursion. There are no crashing waves to see because the Manitou of Lake Superior gave me perfect weather. The first photo is, without a doubt, one of the most recognizable sites in Minnesota. It is Split Rock Lighthouse on the north shore of Lake Superior. I have much the same photo as this from my only previous visit to the site. I was 11-years-old at the time, so it has been a while. When I think of it, my photograph from then might be "superior" to this one. The next photo shows a view from atop the lighthouse. The final photo is of Gooseberry Falls, which lies down the road a few miles from the lighthouse. The falls consist of three or four levels or tiers, of which this is the upper. If you are curious to see the panoramic view, pop the photos to their full size.

I believe I need to work for a while longer

This is the wolf's tale of the past few days.

I rented a kayak and did a bit of paddling around a Lake Superior inlet for a few hours. I have hundreds, probably thousands, of hours in a canoe, but these were my first in a kayak. I still prefer the canoe for anything short of going over waterfalls, and to those who do such stunts, I say, get a life.

I fired 100 rounds for fun from my Colt 1911 Gold Cup Series 70 pistol (the best of the 1911 line) at nondescript targets -- plastic bottles on land and water (please, do not chastise me), at rocks, at targets attached to dead trees. And, to those who tell me to get a life, I laugh at their naiveté.

I sat on rock beaches and on sand beaches. The weather was perfect, with temperatures in the 60s; with high, billowy clouds, thunderheads at times, always visible, both white and dark, but almost always with sunlight present.

I jumped from a boulder into 25 or 30 feet of water and sank to the bottom, opened my eyes and looked at the light above. I drank water from the Lake. I mixed water from the Lake with brandy (sorry), and drank a salute to those who have loved the Lake before me. I slept for a while on a warm, sandy beach, and I dreamed.

I think the Manitou of the Lake welcomed my arrival by shutting off the rain that had fallen during most of my drive there at the instant I first came within sight of the "big water." I think it displayed its anger at me for my departure by unleashing an absolutely torrential rainfall just as I stopped to take a last photograph from the final ridgeline before the Lake is gone from view. The rain was so fierce I could not see to drive for 25 minutes and, when it lessened a bit, kept up with an off-and-on onslaught for 50 miles distance from the Lake.

I believe I need to work for a while longer before adjourning into an absolute Sanctuary. It was most difficult to turn the car around and to return home. There is nothing at home. There is nothing in the past. All that exists is in the future. The future is work. The future is a woman who has an instinctual sense of what it is to be a lady, and who wishes to be one. The future is a house on a hilltop or, maybe, on a shoreline next to big water. The future is beauty in art and music and literature. The future is a refuge for wildlife. The future is opposition to the socialists now in power in Washington, D.C. The future is belief and faith in the strength of my own right arm -- nothing more, nothing less.

Here endith July 2009 ....

One more from Dokken

Farewell, to the band known as Dokken, for a while, at least, but not until taking the time for one more song. This piece is entitled, "The Hunter." It seems to me this song demonstrates that stage performances are designed for the eye and not for the ear. View this song as the band performs it with heavy metal guitars, percussions and antics. Then, view it again, and imagine how it would sound to the ear if performed with the accompaniment of soft guitars and, maybe, a piano, and sung in a gentle voice. With only a few variations, it would then become a love song.

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."

William Shakespeare
"As You Like It" Act 2, scene 7, 139-143


Piper .. said...

:):) beautiful pictures! I`ve been to Split rock so many times; But always in the peak of winter and that`s pbly one reason I do not have such a perfect picture in my album.
I`m smiling at the antithesis of the posts - yours and mine :)
The future is in the strength of my own right arm. I realize it as strongly as you do, Fram.
So glad to have you back. It did drizzle a bit here in the Twin Cities and I was wondering if you got any or not. Must be quite an experience to canoe in the rain. Have you ever done it?
My most adventurous trip was pbly a drive in a raging snowstorm from Split Rock towards Duluth.

TheChicGeek said...

Hmmm, lupus in fibula...speak of the wolf and he will appear...or the devil? I had to look that one up. And which is Fram or is he a little of both?
And Shakespeare...lots of secret messages buried in here....hmmmmmm

Your pictures look very pretty. Glad you had a nice trip with some adventure and rest :)

Fram Actual said...

You are very observant, Piper, and you are right about our posts being very different this time. You have been so introspective in your recent posts, and I have been lost in my own thoughts, so I have had a difficult time responding to your words.

As I told another a while ago, right now, I am more interested in which branch of the river I will follow next. My mood has swung and, while I still treasure the ability of the past to teach me and to guide me, I am looking forward to the future once again.

One of my credos is this: Happiness is momentary.

I am approaching such a moment, therefore, time stands still.

And, yes, I have canoed in rainstorm and snowstorm, and loved every minute of it.

Fram Actual said...

To work my way up your comment, Kelly, thank you, yes it was a good idea to do this trip and it produced good results.

The wolf or the devil? I think the wolf, who knows only the primeval urges of life, which include to guard and to protect his own, as opposed to the devil, who attempts to harm and to disrupt and to randomly destroy. The latter is not me.

The Shakespearean bit was primarily intended to support my comment about Dokken and the presentation of a song in relation to the audience the band wishes to influence. Actually, this is the archetypical chameleon at work. The entire quote, for anyone to judge himself or herself, is this:

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players,
They have their exits and entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide,
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

TheChicGeek said...

Fram, of course I do not view you as the latter either...when I looked it up that was the definition given.
I was curious why you used that. When I looked it up, it didn't seem to fit you.

Did you really jump 30 feet into the water? LOL

Fram Actual said...

Well, actually, Kelly, I jumped off a boulder about 15 feet above the water and went to the bottom of the lake at that point, which was 25 to 30 feet deep. As I am sure you know from experience, I did not exactly "sink" to the bottom. It took some work to reach it.

But, never one to give up a chance to brag, way back when in the Marine Corps, we (most of us) went off a 40-foot tower into a swimming pool as the preliminary exercise in learning the abandon ship drill.

The next day, we went off a ship from a deck to water level height estimated at 36 feet in full combat gear. Maybe, I will go into more detail about that experience sometime, or other events involving even higher "jumps."

Lupus in fibula = I was thinking in the context of the wolf will come to tell his story.

TheChicGeek said...

"The wolf comes to tell his story"...much better than my google definition :)

And yes, tell us some more of your fun stories...I always love to hear them :D That has always been one of my favorite things that you do :)

Have a Happy Day, Fram!

Fram Actual said...

Speak of the wolf, and he will come = to tell his story.

Yes, that has been me.

As for future stories, in the distant future, maybe.

Thank you, Kelly, for the kind words.

Peggy said...

Fram, sounds like a very enjoyable trek and mini vacation - Your time sounds so idyllic, I envy you that, well, not the gun part... but the brandy and water part for sure - and a salute to all those who have loved these Great Lakes absolutely.

I have been stuck in the city too long and crave an adventure with nature particularly involving lake and beach *sigh* I have never seen the south side of Lake Superior and would have liked to trek the lake with you and see the Lighthouse and Gooseberry Falls. Perhaps that is a trek I will make at some point in my future. There are so many things to see - so many places to go...

You sound as impatient to find your perfect lady and start a wonderful life with her as I am to find my one true love... (I would be more correct to say my next true love, in truth there have been others I have loved, but still...) It is too bad these things come in their own time.

In any event, you share with us such beautiful things - music, literature and art and reveal your sensitive and romantic side on occasion (OK, also your manly and x-Marine side in shooting pistols at plastic bottles no less - LOL) - it would be a waste if the Gods did not deliver unto you a woman who might excite you and make you yearn to be home after an absence.

Welcome back from your holiday Fram. I hope you take your time readying yourself for that "absolute sanctuary", we will miss you when you do.

A Cuban In London said...

That second photo looks like a reptile about to submerge in the water. Amazing.

Many thanks.

Greetings from London.

Fram Actual said...

It was very enjoyable and very relaxing, Peggy, and I should have stayed longer.

You have not seen the south side of Lake Superior; I have not seen the north side further east than Thunder Bay. I had hoped of doing two things once, completing a canoe trip around the Lake and crossing it from Isle Royale to the Keweenaw Peninsula. Maybe yet.

What do you mean, impatient? I have been searching all of seven months now! I am teasing, but it did take a while to get into "search mode" after my divorce.

As for my "absolute Sanctuary," that might be a year off or ten years away, but I am beginning to think I will be returning to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan for my next "temporary quarters." No matter what I do, I cannot escape from winter.

Fram Actual said...

The Lake is a mile deep, CiL. Who knows what creatures may swim beneath the waves or what spirits might haunt its depths.

You most definitely should plan a trip to the Great Lakes region sometime to taste the flavor of mid-America. Meanwhile, thank you, for the visit

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