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the color red…

Oplopanax horridus - devils clubIn the primordial moss-laden forest that rambles among tumbled stumps and glacial erratics alongside the surging river, the late afternoon sun angles through a green filter to pick out the color red: tart huckleberries, round and glossy; the neat caps of thimbleberries — those that remain just beyond the hiker’s reach; cone-shaped mounds of devil’s club berries, tempting only to healers and bears; and a solitary red gummy bear, dropped and abandoned on the trail.
devil’s club photo


The descending forest trail had little understory. Gnarled oaks spread overhead, filtering the sun. The ground was dusty, marbley gravel underfoot, a thick layer of oak leaves banked at the edges of the path. Where the trees parted to reveal a particularly agreeable vista, log seats invited contemplation.

And in between the trees, here and there, just random enough to offer a very slight jolt of fear before the pleasure of surprise, were life-size animals created from twigs: boar, deer, roosters, even a porcupine. The lashed twigs captured the essence of the creatures, the familiar stance. They seemed to be foraging among the acorns, about to move, about to disappear as the light filtered through their twiggy bodies.

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