{"id":508,"date":"2011-10-01T16:18:09","date_gmt":"2011-10-01T20:18:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.profligategrace.com\/?p=508"},"modified":"2011-10-01T16:38:43","modified_gmt":"2011-10-01T20:38:43","slug":"my-encounter-with-a-mountain-lion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.profligategrace.com\/?p=508","title":{"rendered":"My encounter with a mountain lion"},"content":{"rendered":"
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This is the first in a series of entries toward a book of dispatches from the strange world of divorce and dating. \u00a0I am juggling three different titles for the book —\u00a0Please Enjoy the Music (While Your Party is Being Reached);\u00a0Cheap, Pray, Love; and, finally,\u00a0Agnes Louise and Ethel Mae’s Granddaughter gets Divorced.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I am dating a bear who goes over the mountain, to see what he can see. \u00a0When he introduced himself to me at Beyu Cafe<\/a>, he told me he is a “traveler,” and that seems quite to be the case. \u00a0Preferably on foot.<\/p>\n

I was determined to learn to hike, and to keep up. \u00a0I took on the challenge as something of a dare, and friends who have seen me in action know that I am quite the dare-devil. \u00a0But I am also not terribly keen on the great outdoors. \u00a0There are lions, and tigers, and bears, and trees that grab your clothing. \u00a0This Dorothy is better generally when perusing the streets of the Emerald City.<\/p>\n

But, well, I really like this bear, and, according to many friends with divorce advice, I am supposed to love God’s creation up-close-and-personal more than I generally do. \u00a0And hiking sounded like much more fun than composting, which I am still doing, even while grumbling about it. \u00a0When the bear suggested we hike down and camp on Linville Gorge, I started doing my push-ups and purchasing some cute, weather-worthy items for the trip. \u00a0(One must accessorize a hiking trip, of course. I found a fuchsia\u00a0warm under-layer and matte black, water-resistant outer-layer in the children’s department of the Great Outdoor Provision Company, thus saving quite a bit. \u00a0The floral and striped socks were from a darling boutique in the Carr Mill Mall. \u00a0And I picked a stay-on-forever — granted, probably icky nanotech, but, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do — lipstick that matched quite well.)<\/p>\n

The bear put the full-loaded backpack on my back before we started off. \u00a0Does this work? \u00a0Does it seem too heavy?<\/em> \u00a0Too heavy? \u00a0No way! \u00a0I am all set. \u00a0After all, haven’t I been training for this trip all summer?<\/p>\n

I told a friend early on in this process that I would look like Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2 before the next summer. \u00a0And I have come close. \u00a0I have met many women who recommend a tattoo to mark a major life transition like the one I have been through. \u00a0But intense, physical pain just isn’t in my tool kit. \u00a0So I have instead gotten bangs, and highlights, and, thanks to some good help from yoga at Patanjali’s Place and great shoes from 9th Street Active Feet, I have embraced my love of running. \u00a0I am now almost to a 7 minute mile, and preparing to run the City of Oaks Marathon. \u00a0Pushing myself around Duke’s East Campus track each morning has helped me discover the courage to keep going through the myriad of details of divorce. \u00a0It has helped me take step-by-step the circular round of healing, one foot in front of the other, sometimes sprinting and sometimes just slowly making my way. \u00a0So, physically, I was prepared for this.<\/p>\n

Did I mention that I am afraid of heights? \u00a0Look up Linville Gorge. \u00a0It is quite a hike. \u00a0I have to steel myself to be driven across the Linn Cove Viaduct. \u00a0It is beautiful, but, well, it always feels a bit like parachuting to me, in a car without wings.<\/p>\n

And I have to mention one other detail. \u00a0I was on my period. \u00a0Sorry if that was TMI, but TMI (and blood, and bodies<\/a>) is generally my specialty, so, there you have it. \u00a0As the bear explained on the drive there, hiking or camping during that time of my cycle would mean that we would likely have the additional blessing of God’s non-human creation. \u00a0Meaning, we would likely “see wildlife.” \u00a0See wildlife?<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0What the Flying Burritos does that<\/strong> mean, I pressed him. \u00a0He shook his head slowly, gave me a reassuring look, and told me I didn’t really want to know details. \u00a0Just be aware of my surroundings, he said — be alert. \u00a0Gulp.<\/p>\n

I am generally against topography, being wary of anyone who would try to map other people and their homes, and I was intoxicated by the mountain air, so I didn’t really pay very close attention to the map the bear showed me at the welcome station of the gorge. \u00a0I should have paid attention. \u00a0I was dancing around, noticing with delight the beautiful little flowers that grow on the path, when the bear said, again, that I should pay attention to the details of the particular descent we were going to make into the gorge. \u00a0Here are the lines of demarcation, showing the descent . . .<\/em> I can do it! \u00a0With you as my guide down that gorge, dear bear, I can do anything!<\/p>\n

Here, in telling the story to Kara, she noted – like any good Kierkegaardian – that Romanticism can kill you. \u00a0Hegel leads to Heidegger.<\/p>\n

But I did it. \u00a0I climbed down Cabin Trail, which is really marked off for very experienced hikers, and back up again. \u00a0It was more like rock climbing than hiking, actually. \u00a0And, if I don’t really do hiking, or heights, you can bet I don’t do rock climbing. \u00a0But I did it. \u00a0In one day, down and up, because our intended campsite was washed out.<\/p>\n

Because I spent the summer looking for any decent Romantic Comedy to help me navigate the world of dating a little better (stupid idea), I had tapes running through my head at various points, envisioning an audience saying “No! \u00a0Don’t do it! \u00a0Turn back!” \u00a0Or cheering as the heroine and hero make their way through the adventure. \u00a0I am not sure what the audience reaction would have been to the washed-out-campsite, but I knew what my reaction had to be. \u00a0After the bear and I had spent four hours getting me and my pack down the gorge, step by step, flower by flower, little rock to big boulder, we now had to turn around, stay reasonably cheerful, and follow the trail (such as it was) back up and out of the gorge before dark. \u00a0Did I mention that I am afraid of the dark?<\/p>\n

I often think about the basics of the word “encouragement.” \u00a0I try to encourage my students for the hard work of prophetic ministry. \u00a0It is hard out there for a Methodist minister, what with all the mapping we generally do, trying to quantify<\/a> the performance of the gospel. \u00a0But most often the work of ministry is day by day courage: speaking out of a place of truth when the easier path is paved with convenient untruths politely spoken. \u00a0That day in the gorge, the bear encouraged me to take little step by little step back up before we were eaten by wildlife. \u00a0And, well, he also had to carry my backpack most of the way, because I kept feeling like I was going to pitch back over the gorge with the weight on my back. \u00a0It was a palpable feeling of being\u00a0en-couraged<\/em>, and I liked it, even while I was very, very scared.<\/p>\n

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Fortitude is chiefly about fear of difficult things, which can withdraw the will from following the reason. And it behooves one not only firmly to bear the assault of these difficulties by restraining fear, but also moderately to withstand them, when, to wit, it is necessary to dispel them altogether in order to free oneself therefrom for the future, which seems to come under the notion of daring. Therefore fortitude is about fear and daring, as curbing fear and moderating daring. (Thomas Aquinas, Summa Theologica, Ss Q123A3)<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

What Thomas doesn’t say here is that if you restrain your fear in order to act, that fear may just get redirected into verbiage. \u00a0My dialogue (at times monologue) with the bear as I clambered up stone by stone was something like this:<\/p>\n

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We aren’t going to die, right? \u00a0I mean, we are going to get up and out of here and I AM going to get to wear that pretty red dress I bought second-hand at Dress<\/a>\u00a0with Ashley Griffiths, the one the precise color of the leaves you just noted are your favorite part of hiking this time of year, right? \u00a0I have pretty red lipstick that color too, and it matches, and I WANT A CHANCE TO WEAR THAT DRESS FOR YOU! \u00a0I don’t want to die!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I also drew on my love of Rage Against the Machine. \u00a0That line “Anger is a Gift” came back to me as I got really, really pissed off at the mountain for being so steep. \u00a0I was NOT going to let this mountain win. \u00a0Damn it. \u00a0I was going to get up and out of there alive. \u00a0(Yes, I am being melodramatic, but it was sort of an experience ripe for melodrama.) \u00a0At one point I started singing out loud to the rocks (and to a very patient bear) a song I had learned at Mt. Wesley in Kerrville<\/a>: \u00a0Jesus is a Rock and he rolls my blues away. \u00a0The blues. \u00a0I know why people sing while struggling physically. \u00a0Well, keep singing and make it up the next set of rocks.<\/p>\n

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Since the sensitive appetite is moved by the command of reason, so that it may cooperate by rendering action more prompt . . . virtuous persons should employ anger and other passions of the soul, modified according to the dictate of reason. \u00a0Accordingly the brave man employs moderate anger for his actions, but not immoderate anger. (Thomas Aquinas, Summa Theologica, Ss, Q123A10)<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Here is a trick I learned that might preach. \u00a0You be the judge. \u00a0I could not take in the whole vista. \u00a0It was just too much. \u00a0I could not take in the whole Big Picture Panorama of Linville Gorge (the reason why people hike the darned thing in the first place), because it made me feel very, very small, insignificant, and scared. \u00a0But I could note the little steps: the little purple flowers that looked like tiny bells and the caramel colored slug, and the camel-back cricket and the tiny patterns of sprightly green moss on the tree I was grabbing for leverage up. \u00a0And when it started getting dark, and I couldn’t see the micro-beauty of my toeholds, I sort of lost it. \u00a0The bear told me that we only had about the length of two football fields to go, which made me cry real tears. \u00a0Two football fields isn’t very far, right? \u00a0But it felt almost straight up at that point, and it was getting dark. \u00a0I thought I had hit my limit, but I hadn’t. \u00a0I kept going, step by step, even though what I really wanted was for two large firefighters to come down and carry my tired patooky out of the gorge on a stretcher.<\/p>\n

I have never been so happy to see a car. \u00a0I danced like a whirling dervish on the dirt road up to Wiseman’s View (I know, you can’t make this stuff up). \u00a0I danced and sang praises to every saint I could remember, including some I just made up on the spot, while the bear collapsed on the ground and finally let me see what carrying 100 pounds (my pack plus his) up the gorge had done to him.<\/p>\n

Then we heard a very weird noise. \u00a0It sounded like a really scary-crazy person trying to make a sound of an animal trying to make a sound of a baby being strangled. \u00a0It was really, really creepy. \u00a0Amy Laura, that was either a turkey, or a mountain lion. I could tell from the bear’s voice that he didn’t think it was a turkey.<\/p>\n

I really hope my mother won’t read this, because she will never forgive me for having put myself in a situation where I could even see a mountain lion behind bars, much less without bars, but, there you have it. \u00a0We climbed all the way down and back up Cabin Trail in Linville Gorge being tracked by a mountain lion. \u00a0The footfalls of a turkey just don’t sound like the footfalls we heard. \u00a0After a half hour or so, we decided to go back down to Linville Falls and find a cozy inn with a real shower<\/a>. As the headlights turned down the road, we saw the telltale eyes of a large cat, there in a clearing, just watching.<\/p>\n

Let’s just say that the bear and I have a very different reaction to this little ending of our story. \u00a0Turns out he was quite excited about the promise of a close encounter with wildlife. \u00a0I was acting sort of like bloody bait, not to put too fine a point on the matter, to attract local scenery, and we were able to take home a story about the most elusive wildlife there is in them thar parts.<\/p>\n

Male students who read this blog might like to know that we listened to the Carolina Panthers’ game on the ride home. \u00a0I only lectured for a little while on the evils of corporate football.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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