The Happy Wanderer and the Victim of the Bataan Death March

What a pleasant surprise to have found this gem of a mountain in the middle of the desert.

At 11,918 feet, Mt. Charleston must feel like an oasis during the summer: 20 degrees cooler with fresh water springs and majestic Ponderosa Pines vs. 100-degree temperatures on sunbaked, arid land.

We hiked one of the trails . . .

at around 7,000 feet which was strenuous at times simply because we’re not accustomed to breathing at this elevation, but

we cooled down near the fresh water spring and filled our water bottles. It was a grand day for me–happy on the trail with the quiet and pristine landscape.

An hour and forty minutes into the hike, we can see the end of the trail in sight. No, we didn’t go to the peak! After all, we didn’t want to disturb the bobcats, coyotes, or mountain lions that inhabit the area.

While I was content with forest bathing, not everyone felt the same way–thus the title as he referred to himself the next morning.

I love to go a-wandering

Along the mountain track

And as I go, I love to sing

My knapsack on my back!

Val-deri, val-dera

Val-deri, val-dera

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

My knapsack on my back!

*Dedicated to my friend, Kathy, who is a-wandering around North Carolina or Northern Florida this week.

© Teresita Abad Doebley. All rights reserved 2009-2011.


14 thoughts on “The Happy Wanderer and the Victim of the Bataan Death March

  1. Is that you hopping along like a delighted bunny? The photos are beautiful but what really catches my eye is the photo of the woman in a skirt whose feet don’t touch the earth. 🙂

  2. Oh no! I was singing that song the other day and JUST got it out of my head. lol! Oh well… Val-deri, val-dera…

    It look like a wonderful hike.

  3. I’m touched!

    There is nothing better than wandering around in nature (or forest bathing, as you call it)! I’ve done it since I was 10 years old. Back then our parents didn’t know that there was a reason to be frightened about our safety. I left the house after chores first thing in the morning, with my lunch, and wondered until it was time for dinner. I was lucky enough to spend my summers in a redwood forest and I’ve been fascinated with nature ever since. I am and have always been a “happy wanderer” or is that wonderer? I ❤ U!

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