Walden
Revisited
It was a beautiful day in the mile-high
city of
It all started a month ago in a bar
room with some friends. The bar room was full of smoke and chatter as he sat around
a table with his friends.
One said, "You won’t make it a
week."
The other said, "Why not just go on a
fishing trip?"
Mr. Hutchinson replied, "I am going
fishing, but for a spiritual catch." That was how it all started, just a
dream. Mr. Hutchinson was an electrical engineer who rarely did unconventional
things. But this was special, something he had dreamed about since childhood.
This morning as he pulled out of his driveway, he was headed west. He could see
the sun through his rearview mirror as he crossed the brown, yucca-filled,
rolling terrain between
Finally he reached a dirt road. He
turned off and began to climb. There was a roaring mountain stream beside the
road, filled with water that and once been part of the caps of ice and snow on
the mountain top.
He eventually reached his
destination, a small emerald lake with mixed pin and aspen trees, their leaves
trembling in the wind. He had rented some land around the pond for a year. It
was to be a unique modern experiment, to live alone in harmony with nature for
a year.
~ Spring ~
The sky was studded with wispy cirrus
clouds. Out beside his car were scattered boxes and crates. On further was a
pile of wood that he had left there from an earlier trip. Bricks were piled up
beside the boards. Beside that was a vat of wet cement. All this was covered by
tarpaulins for protection from the rain.
He began to dig a basement for the
house. After two weeks it was complete. Then the frame went up. This took a
month. It was to be a one room home. When he finished he rested on Sunday. As
he awoke he could hear a wren calling. He went looking for berries in the woods
and found some of the edible variety. He wrote:
Off
hunting berries
Quite a
meal
From nature it’s no steal
But
delicious provender
From
the cosmic wheel
That afternoon he spent feeding squirrels.
They were so used to him that they came up and ate out of his hand. That night
he saw the sun go down over the mountains. As the sun went down, different
colors appeared on the lake; first a green, then a pink, and finally a purple,
then darkness. He stayed up with a coal oil lamp reading Chaucer.
~ Summer ~
July 4. He awoke early in the morning. He
had to go into town that day. He got in the car and drove to a nearby
community. He went into a store and bought some cheese, whole wheat flour, and
oatmeal. He was in a hurry to get out of town and back to his experiment.
That afternoon he took a swim in the
lake. Suddenly great balls of
Our daily chores at
the appointed hour
Then some bread, never
sour
A bit of this, a
bit of that
Perhaps even a
rat
Our appetite is sated
Our work slowed
in rate
Allowing minimum
provender
From the cosmic
sender
Then night came on. This was a welcome
respite from the heat of day. At this altitude, 9000 feet, the night was
usually cool and crisp. That night beside a coal oil lamp he read Emerson’s
"The Transcendentalist." He read,
"They are lonely; the spirit of
their writing and conversation is
lonely; they
repel influences; they shun general society; they
incline to shut
themselves in their chamber in the house, to
live in the country rather than in
town; and to find their tasks and
amusements in
solitude."
Mr. Hutchinson went to sleep and
dreamed of wild ducks heading south for the winter.
~ Autumn ~
He had a visitor that morning, a poet from
At our leisure social
hour
The poet and
sage
Of any age
Will
be released from the cage
Of
urbanity and vanity
To lose one’s common
sanity
And
take part in the cosmic dance
Lest
years slip by
And we lose
the chance
That night he read Thoreau’s "Walden",
the chapter on visitors. He read,
Arrived there, the little house they fill
Ne look
for entertainment where non was
Rest is their feast, and all
things at their will;
the noblest mind the best
contentment has."
These were lines from Spencer which a
visitor had left in Thoreau’s cabin, inscribed on a yellow walnut leaf for a
card. Thoreau had called it the motto of his cabin.
~ Winter ~
December, 1986. The lake had frozen over.
Mr. Hutchinson decided to go ice fishing. He went out onto the lake and saw the
evergreens with snow caked on their boughs. There was china blue sky overhead.
He could see mountains covered with snow soaring into space. He began to cut
the ice. Soon he had made a hole. He lowered his line through the hole. After
waiting patiently for long time, he had a bite! Then began the
battle between man and fish as the trout struggled for release. He
pulled it up and found he had caught a great rainbow trout. Later he wrote:
Never a creature
did meet
A
man it so didn’t want to greet
The life of a
fish
Sacrificed
in my dish
That night beside a fire, his fish
simmering, he read the chapter, "Higher Laws" from Thoreau’s
"Walden". He read, "The repugnance to animal food is not the
effect of experience, but is an instinct. It appeared more beautiful to live
low and fare hard in many respects; and though I never did so, I went far
enough to please my imagination."
~ Spring ~
May, 1987. The pond ice had earlier broken
up and melted away. That morning he remembered the sounds of booming and
cracking as the ice was rendered asunder by the heated spirits of Spring. Shortly after dawn, he could smell a fragrance in
the air of wild flowers and honeysuckle. He saw a group of mallards all green,
white, and black land on the lake. He began preparing to leave. As he packed up
the car, he looked out at the emerald green lake. He wrote:
Now at journeys
end
We discover an new
beginning
Filled
with hope
And hard work
Life
with all its quirks
Ever seeking self-actualization
Through
wisdom of maturation
Mr. Hutchinson read Thoreau’s conclusion
to Walden.
"I do not say that John or Jonathan will realize all this; but such is the
character of that narrow which mere lapse of time can never make to dawn. The
light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that
day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The
sun is but a morning star."
He started the car and pulled away,
never looking back.