First Sight                                          by CP Weigand

                        Charlie and his friends leave their home in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, and travel the long miles to
                        the wild Oregon coast, and describe for us what they see as they meet the Pacific ocean  for the first time.....

 

The early morning sun is just beginning to emerge from it's nightly rest, it's warming smile takes the chill off of the long cold Rocky Mountain late winter night. The winter's melting snows are quickly turning into cool fresh streams of rapidly flowing water heading to the thirsty valleys below. The endless fields of wildflowers emerge from their long winters sleep, the newly born deer and bunnies and all the new life of spring are now, just beginning to come out into the wondrous splendor of a new life, a new beginning, a new hope that all creatures need and want and feel.
Such as it is with us, our band of brave, hungry souls, yearning for the new hope, the new promise, the new life that the lush, clean, fresh Oregon coast has awaiting our arrival.


We left our homes those many months ago with a common goal in mind, to undertake a journey, a journey into a new land and new life and new hope for all of our tomorrow's with the same hope and awe and wonderment one can see in the eyes of a small child who tenderly caresses the rainbow colored wings of a delicate fluttering butterfly. We feel the same sense of freedom, of adventure, of a burning passion for life which we surely must share with the lone Eagle, soaring on a breeze high in an endless sky of everlasting blue, with only the lonely softly billowing clouds to keep him company.


The Great Plains are behind us now and their endless miles are soon but a fading memory in our collective minds. We too are leaving the Rocky Mountains behind with their eternal beauty and youth, their majestic towering peaks which seem to reach to heaven itself, their snow capped peaks hidden by loving protective clouds. For our destination lies farther west, the setting sun is our only guide now, the same sun which has guided our band of souls, through so many months of eagerness, and anticipation, and yes even through sadness and tears. Always facing west towards the setting sun, leaving our past lives, which now live only in our memories.


Nearing the end of our long arduous journey, in the far distance we can see just a hint of a vast blue ocean, vaster than we could ever imagine in our hopes and dreams. A pure white dove seems to be guiding our tired yet fresh band of travelers now. For the first time we can hear the ocean, the tall powerful waves as they crash into a beautiful rocky coastline, as they have before time itself. We can feel and smell the ocean spray for the first time. We are on a high bluff overlooking the vast Pacific Ocean, the crashing waves and the fog shrouded shoreline is more beauty than we could ever have imagined. The endless forests just a dream away are filled with centuries old trees who reach the clouds themselves. For we have truly found our new home, our new beginning, our new hope for tomorrow. Yes, we have truly been blessed.......


And yet one thought continues to invade my mind, a thought I cannot escape, a  thought which troubles me,,,,,

 

 

 

Did I remember to unplug the Iron?

 

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