Tag Archive | Drift Creek Camp

Poetry Without Words

Today I wanted to do one final post related to the weekend at Drift Creek Camp. I found the creeping, clinging, crawling, hanging moss and lichen to be so awesome that I tried for quite some time to write a poem about it. But it never came out right. So here are some of the […]

Fellowship

“It seemed to them that they did little but eat and drink and rest, and walk among the trees; and it was enough.” (J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring) I spent the weekend in an old-growth forest in mountains not far from the Pacific Ocean. It’s a place where the trees are tall and […]