One of the cabins we always try to find our way back to is the Nallo hut. It is situated in a deep valley with wonderful views when weather is fine. If weather is hard, you can easily get weatherlocked. In storm the cabin will shake while weather roar as if trains are passing. Such days there is comfort in the walls.
traces left —
a wolverine was passing
on moonlit snow
This Easter a warning had been issued for the next day. I asked you: “Shall we celebrate this easter being weatherlocked?” You smiled and we left for Nallo. We arrived early in good weather and took our time chopping wood and fetching water. Preparing. And all throughout the night we the wind was growing. Growing, and the morning, all was white with whirling snow. We were a few that stayed inside that day. I read the “Heart of Darkness”, feeling blessed that this was not the jungle. When evening came we proposed that we should turn the dinner to a potluck. Each would contribute their best.
We had a box of foie gras. We cooked lamb stew that we had prepared and dehydrated. The warden baked some bread, and brought some wine. We had candy, we had mashed potato. We were 8 around the table, and we sat and talked while the winds outside were dying.
We shared an Easter dinner. We dined on stories that you only tell in cabins far from any roads, and in the morning we left for separate directions, but another year we just might meet again and tell the story of our weatherlocked feast.
mountain friendship —
dwell in the fireside stories
told among strangers
Today Toni hosts the haibun Monday on dVerse and she wants us to share on the best meal you have had (or one of the best). Join us when the pub opens at 3 PM EST.
March 20, 2017