DAY 37

DAY 37
05.11.07
TREE 43

On the way to West Virginia, riding in the car with my mom, dad, and grandma, we stopped at a rest stop somewhere in Eastern Kentucky… about mile 96 on Interstate 64. It was a beautiful sunny day with some really nice trees behind the rest stop building. A woman who worked there was a little nosy and came around back to see what we were up to. I say we ‘cause my family wanted to watch. So I chose my tree and started to climb. I felt like I was on display and felt rushed. At one point I really wanted to go higher but it was risky and I didn’t want to try it in front of them or take too long. So I stopped and tied my ribbon. When doing so my mom started to ask very loudly if I was leaving something in the tree. I didn’t respond thinking she’d get the hint, but no, she asked louder. Not wanting the worker woman to know I was tagging the tree I told my mom to leave it alone. I thought that was nicer than shut up. So I climbed down. Good climb, kind of annoying with an audience, especially family.

 

 

5-11-08:  The video above is from yesterday’s climb in Cherokee Park. One of these days I’ll make a video of falling whirligigs that will knock peoples’ socks off.  Until then you’ll just to enjoy what I got so far.  I climbed a tree on the edge of the creek by frisbee field.  The park was packed and I also took pictures and video of some of the people near me.  I felt very weird filming them without their knowledge.  Pictures are one thing but video of their actions feels a little wrong.  Though the video I took was of hippies doing yoga.  After a few seconds I thought, “Man, hippies doing yoga to reggae, how boring and predictable.”

 

 

And a woman was walking her dog and the dog chased a ball into the creek.  A few minutes later the woman was drying her dog off with a towel. 

Happy Mother’s Day everyone.  I feel so bad that it coincides with a journal entry where I basically tell my mom to shut up.  (Sorry mom, have a great Mother’s Day!)  I guess from that I should learn to prep my audience for what not to do when I am in a tree.  I was lucky the worker woman didn’t say anything because I have since been kicked out of a tree at a rest stop.  Apparently it’s a rule, unposted, unwritten, just something you can’t do at rest stops.  Bull shit, I say!