Lake Forest: roughing it; odd; two poems

 

 

To call Cape Horn The Everest of the Sea is an insult to Cape Horn.

You have probably seen the obscene photos of dozens of ‘climbers’ standing in line waiting their turn to summit Mt. Everest.  The above photos were all taken at Base Camp to which you don’t even have to walk any longer.  You can be flown up by helicopter after, as an article in THE TIMES OF LONDON, recently reports preparing by sleeping in a pressurized chamber in your own home.  I wonder if soon it will be possible to ‘climb’ Everest and impress all your friends without the inconvenience of having to step outside.

Here is a link to the article:

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/everest-base-camp-sprawl-triggers-backlash-against-luxury-treks-lcrd2vptd

This is a screen shot taken an hour ago of the Earth Wind Map which I look at each morning.

https://earth.nullschool.net/

Until recently hurricanes were unknown in the South Atlantic.  They are still rare, but that tight circle in mid-ocean certainly looks like it might become one, though the winds are presently only 45 knots.  As you may have noted, the times they are changing.

Two poems.  The first from BEING ALIVE.  The second from HOJOKI:  THE HERMIT’S HUT AS METAPHOR.