The Nature Fix

What could be better than a new book to read? The Nature Fix, by Florence Williams, has fallen into my hands. The subtitle is alluring: Why Nature Makes Us Happier, Healthier, and More Creative.

Who would not want to be happier, healthier, and more creative?

I have long felt conflicted about my love for music and my love for hiking in the great outdoors. Every piano I see; I long to play. Every beautiful nature spot I pass; I long to hike. This conflicted feeling often starts when I introduce myself – or write a bio: If there is anything that comes close to matching Cherry’s passion for music and love for her piano, it is the Colorado Rocky Mountain High that comes from hiking Colorado’s higher elevations. Or do I mean: If there is anything Cherry Odelberg enjoys more than playing piano, it is hiking in the great outdoors.

Truth is, it is hard to have one without the other for me. That’s why my favorite piano about town is in Tropic UT. It is certainly not the tuning or the condition of the piano that makes it my favorite, oh no. I have had the satisfying privilege of playing a perfectly tuned, 9-foot Steinway in a recording studio in Dallas TX. The pianos about town in Ft. Collins are well maintained and welcoming, the art murals exquisite. It is not the zebra stripe painting that draws me to the dilapidated spinet in Tropic, UT. It is the proximity of this piano. It is the fact that I can hike in Bryce Canyon and enjoy a round of piano performance all in the same morning – or afternoon.

So yes, sometimes I feel conflicted when I choose a hike over a session at the piano. But can I really have one without the other?

I am in league with musical greatness when I love the great outdoors. Beethoven is said to have hugged a linden tree. It is that same consummate composer who reflected, “The woods, the trees and the rocks give man the resonance he needs.”

Ah Beethoven, yes they do. Yes they do.

 

And I Will Rest in Peace

Sun warmed the trailhead and I discussed with myself whether to take my down jacket. The name of the destination – Mossy Cave – evoked a feeling of coolness. It was not yet mid-March. I left the down behind and donned my paper-thin athletic jacket pulled from my daypack. Fifty strides ahead, mounds of snow lay in the shadows. Half mile brought me to a frozen waterfall. The sun still shone and Nature was gloriously beautiful. I was moderately high – in elevation. I began to think of dying.

You see, my bucket list consists primarily of visiting as many National Parks, Monuments and other naturally beautiful spots as possible – with a hearty helping of music and ethnic food, and love thrown in along the way. The grand finale item of my bucket list states: Die in a beautiful place. Therefore, I am careful not to linger long in barren places. One never knows the day or hour. The litmus test of the beauty of any place becomes, “Am I content to die here?”

The entirety of Highway 12 is a scenic byway. Highway 12 cuts right through a corner of Bryce Canyon; a large chunk of the Kaiparowits and Canyons districts of Grand Staircase-Escalante; and ends only after threading its way through Capitol Reef. I have been eyeing a hike in the Bryce Canyon corner of Highway 12 for an entire year. Today, with perfect timing, I discovered a vacant parking space at the trailhead.

Hiking never ceases to make me grateful to be alive, thankful for my life. To hike in warm sun, beneath blue skies makes me fall in love again – with Nature and Life. When you love Nature, Nature loves you back. I hugged a tree, just because it smelled so good. It was a Ponderosa. Essence of vanilla sap was my companion for the rest of the day. Every bend in the trail, every switchback felt like an old friend. My internal compass experienced déjà vu, evoked memories of other trails with this exact angle.

Yes, Nature loves me back, but hiking does not stave off the yearning and longing. I longed to lay myself down on slickrock and bake in the sun, to roll in the grasses and shrubs, to be wrapped up in sandstone dirt and pine needles. And that is why I know; when my time comes and those humans who love me scatter my ashes in a beautiful place; I will rest in peace.

Bridge to Mossy Cave, Bryce Canyon
Bridge to Mossy Cave, Bryce Canyon
Snowmelt feeds a waterfall
Snowmelt feeds a waterfall
Hoodoos have arches too
Hoodoos have arches too