in the deepsSpent much of

in the deeps

Spent much of yesterday in a hollow tree - a burnt out redwood with a cave the size of my bathroom. The floor of the cave was about 4 feet below the ground outside, so I had to clamber down into the hole. Inside, the spooky quiet and coolness made the world seem far away. It smelled like basements, and a little like newly cut grass and watermelon. Just like the first time I was in there, I had the nearly unbearable feeling of swimming in a lake of unknown depth, where something might come up from underneath and suck me down.

Mostly I sat in there listening to birds and having inane fantasies of being sort of like the Boxcar Children, having to live there in survivalist mode, furnishing it with whatever junk I could scavenge. "My shelf would go here, and here I would make my bed so that I could look out the hole in the top where the tree is split in half... and there would be a hook over here..."

Then I practiced reading out loud in Spanish into a tape recorder, feeling a bit like I was desecrating the place, and hoping no one would come by. No one did!

The tree is in Sam MacDonald park in La Honda. No one else is ever there.

Hid a geocache nearby in Heritage Grove.