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Tales from the Hole #1

A few months ago I came to the dawning realization that my life was stagnating a bit.

“I know,” I thought, “I’ll get a new pair of shoes.” What better way to ward off a flattened out life than with a new pair of shoes? You get that, don’t you? So, off to Nordstrom Rack I scurried in beautiful downtown Portland, OR.

They were awesome! Tan, rough suede, low boot height with the zipper up the back! A real departure!  An amazing stretch for a basically conservative guy like myself. I exaggerate only slightly by suggesting that this was Portland’s fashion coup (pronounced “coupe”) of the decade.

Now you’d think that a new pair shoes like that, boots rather, would have lasted me for a few months life-angst-wise, but no, it was soon back with a vengence so next, naturally, I tried sport eating. That always works, no matter what, that always works. Best fallback ever. I’m not sure that the science is entirely in on this issue but it seems to me that there is some correlation between the amount of food ingested and the size of a person’s waistline. Maybe that’s an over-generalization. What I should say is: the more I ate the fatter I got. The gustatory pleasure was immense (but fleeting) but the blubber was, in a word, just: immense. Not fleeting at all.

So, what to do? Then it hit me: I’ll do a Walkabout, a Vision Quest, a search for God. Once the idea was formed in my mind I began telling people about it, or rather, blabbing to anyone who would listen. In that way I entirely trapped myself into having to do it.

Ken Loyd prior to Walkabout. A boy.

On Monday, September 13, 2010 right around 10 o’clock in the morning I pointed my little blue Chevy Blazer southeastward, over the mountains. About 25 miles southeast of La Pine I turned off Highway 31 onto a dirt road and jounced around for 4 miles, finally arriving at Hole In The Ground. Hole in the Ground is, as you might already have guessed, a hole in the ground. A big one. In fact it’s a mile across and 500 feet deep. Phreatomagmatic eruption blah blah and all that but basically it’s a really big hole in the ground.

For the next four days I sat on the edge and waited or walked around the edge and listened, hoping that God would show up and answer my questions.

Ken Loyd last morning of Walkabout. A man.

One Comment

  1. Al Doyle wrote:

    I think I have something in my eye.

    Friday, October 8, 2010 at 5:20 am | Permalink

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