a fool in the forest


  • A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the
    A motley fool; a miserable world!
    As I do live by food, I met a fool
    Who laid him down and bask'd him
        in the sun,
    And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good
    In good set terms and yet a motley

    As You Like It,
    Act II, Scene 7

    L'homme y passe à travers des
        forêts de symboles
    Qui l'observent avec des regards

    Les Fleurs du Mal,

    [T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
    One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.

    Yvor Winters,
    Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7

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    June 25, 2005


     Cowtown  Pattie

    Strange nicknames...hmmm. I guess I could go by my childhood moniker of Boney Maroney but it would be somewhat incongruous.

    Sad story about the rafters. Kind of a bummer remembrance for a summer vacation, but rivers and rapids are certainly dangerous.


    My cousin was the rafter from Texas. I just wanted you to know that Scotty was full of life and a sense of humor and lots of friends. He died doing what he liked most experiencing new adventures with friends. Thank you for showing us what Scotty saw before he died. It truly is beautiful!!!! I just hope that with all the increase in deaths that have occurred on this river that someone will be smart and close it down for the summer so no one else suffers the terrible loss we are now.


    Melissa - I am so sorry to hear of your loss. However, what you have to understand is that what happened to Darryl and your cousin was an incredibly tragic accident, and not something that was the fault of the river, Darryl, or himself. The Upper Animas is a dangerous place, always has been, always will be, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't be run. It is truly the experience of a lifetime, and I'm sure if he were here today, your cousin would tell you the same thing. I was on the Upper this past weekend (probably the last trip of the season as the water is getting very low) and I know we were all thinking of Darryl and your cousin, especially when we made our way through Ten Mile Slide (one of my companions was actually a very close friend of Darryl's) but what better tribute than to continue doing something that they both obviously loved so much? I don't know about your cousin, but I do know that Darryl would count it a tragedy far greater than his own death if no one ever experienced the Upper again, and I would have to say he was right.

    California Whitewater Rafting Trip

    Those pictures are pretty amazing. Especially the train shot.

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