About five years ago, my life became much less complicated. I retired from a politically charged career in government, and set out on a 3,000 mile journey to the Deschutes National Forest in Oregon. A mile high in the Cascade Range, I lived on the shore of the Crane Prairie Reservoir.
This was my humble abode.
As I look back on this time, I still have yet to fully grasp the impact it made on my life. Going from a rat race, cut throat, east coast life to the utter simplicity of existence in the Oregon forest made me a richer person.
I woke up to this each day.
I learned to catch rainbow trout.
I learned to hunt and gather morel mushrooms that were abundant as weeds all around me.
I learned how to cook five-star meals over an open fire.
I paid tribute to each passing day.
I learned of the Central Oregon culture. These are a hearty folk; a no bullshit, take it or leave it group of people. I’m happy to have made some friends.
I watched herds of elk fording the shallows of the reservoir at twilight. Their calves splashed and frolicked in the water just like children do.
I relished the sight of eagles every single day.
I saw my first snow shoe rabbit.
I came face to face with deer on my morning walks with Bonnie, my dog. The deer were fascinated with my golden-colored companion. They thought she was a fawn.
I hiked on the Pacific Crest trail and fell in love with the planet all over again.
I ran a marina, renting boats, selling snacks, and teaching wide-eyed tourists how to catch ten pond rainbow trout.
I learned to live with no address.
And Bonnie’s life became less complicated too.
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