Hidden in a grove of trees in northern Oregon is an overgrown, muddy path. Its entrance is obscured by blackberry bushes and tangled weeds. As the growth is pushed away, the trail is only visible by the substantial amounts of mud evident through the matted grass. Even in the summer months, the path remains soggy from the steady northwest rain. This trail was once used for a single week every summer, a place of refuge, now obscured by heavy forest.Descending down the trail, weeds must occasionally be pushed out of the way. The path continues on its shallow descent, and trickling water can be heard through ...view middle of the document...
Smooth rocks extend out of the riverbed and onto the banks of the creek. On the opposite side of the river is lush, green grass; full, draping trees; and still pools with the surface broken by hundreds of waterbugs skating on top. The stream is about knee-high, and its chilly water tumbles happily over the stones and boulders of the creek bed. The sanctuary is a world of green plants and sun-kissed flowers. The perfume of lilies in the sun permeates the heavy air as it lazily drifts over the water. Directly ahead is a beautiful, inviting tree; a long, thick branch drifts out of the trunk and hovers over the running water.The forked tree provides the perfect seat to enjoy the glory of the cathedral. Climbing up is not difficult, as the rough bark provides traction for bare feet. Near the end of the branch, it splits again; one section curves under, the other creates a backrest. Feet dangling over the edge feel the spray of the river as it jumps off the rocks. Sleep comes easily now- a time of relaxation and peace.Too soon, the sun sets. From the tree-seat, the explosion of crimson and violet is readily visible. As sunset turns to a milky twilight, the moisture of the river and the weight of the air cast a chill over bare arms. The sanctuary remains just as it was before the disturbance. The ascent up the muddy path is reluctant, as it will be another year before the return.
