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Out on PC and consoles, Hinterland Games' chilly survival adventure is about understanding nature and being unable to escape it.
Darkness — the lack of illumination — unveils life's complexity. On the one hand, it signifies sadness, fear, or death, and on the other, it could also convey the unknown blessing that has yet to come or a canvass for a shining light. From the shadows within to the challenges we face, explore our dark quotes that capture the duality of this natural phenomenon.
I got an itch in my head to go for an evening hike Thursday after work. So I decided to head up Tom Dick and Harry to see Mt. Hood and catch some starlight. I kept my plans pretty simple (read, I did not do much planning at all for this one) and took an overnight pack with just a sleeping bag stuffed in the bottom along with the Hasselblad, Holga and this borrowed Canon 5DII - as I figured on doing some starfield exposures while I was at it. Turned out that the hike was not destined to be the only noteworthy portion of the trip, unfortunately. I think I jinxed myself by posting to Facebook how I was heading out for a trek and was going to do everything I could by making a possibly reckless trip not complicated with carelessness as well. Well.... that took me about 20 minutes to shoot down. I had to stop by my friend John's house first to pick up his camera. So I pulled up just as he was coming out of the house. I jumped out, got his camera and inverter so I could charge the battery on the way up the mountain and jumped back in the car. Out of reflex I popped open the camera to make sure there was a card in it...there wasn't. I have a CF card or two of my own (Aaron made me buy them in order to use his camera - it was a mutually beneficial decision) but I did not want to trek back to the house to dig up my card. So I turned the car off and jumped back out (soon to discover I had not properly put the car in park) and ran back up the driveway to John to ask for one of his cards. We were turning around to go into his house when I noticed a car looking suspiciously like mine slowly rolling by the driveway. So John jumped in front of it to try and slow two tons of steel and fiberglass and thankfully I jumped into it and hit the brakes, backed it up and parked it slightly more carefully. Sigh. Strike one. Armed with a CF card, cameras, two bottles of water, pack and bag, I finally headed out of Portland. I had thought - rather naively I will admit - that I could get off work by 7 and make it up to the trailhead between 8 and 9. That did not seem so preposterous and then I could do at least some of the hike in light. Well, by the time I was driving out of Portland it was well past 8 and I still had to stop in Rhodendron to pick up a Forest Pass as my annual one had finally expired. So I pulled into a grocery store up there, grabbed myself something else to drink and got up to the clerk to get my Forest Pass. Easy. Paid, grabbed my drink and left the store rather cheerfully. It felt good to be out after all and heading up to the mountain. About this time a small fleet of low-rider trucks rigged with hydraulics pulled into the parking lot. I was so fascinated watching the trucks jack up and down that I did not hear the fellow running up behind me trying to get my attention. Heh, I walk fast and apparently he runs slow, it took him the entire parking lot to finally catch me and give me the forest pass I had paid for just a few moments ago but had left at the check out counter. Sigh. Strike two. I chalk it up to being tired after a long week of work. But at least the car had not rolled away while I was in the store... So back in the car, heading up and east, the trailhead just a handful of miles to go... and wait...what's this? Road construction? Yup. And lucky me, my timing was such that I got there right after they had let the previous batch of cars through. So there I was, sitting and watching the daylight rapidly fade (it was after 9 at this point) thinking, Ok, maybe this is a sign. Maybe someone is trying to tell me to just turn around before things get worse. Ah, but they had not counted on my stubborness. So I waited. And waited. Turned the car off. Oh look, a pilot car coming, turn the car on. Ah, nope he is parking. Turn the car off. It's getting darker. Finally after what was about 10 minutes of sitting there we got to go through. After planning on being on the trail between 8 and 9 (and hopefully closer to 8), I finally made the Mirror Lake trail at a quarter of ten. Did that stop me? Yeah... not so much. The hike up was quite nice. I managed it in just a t-shirt. And I quite enjoy night hiking in the woods. The rational part of my brain tells me there really is not much to be afraid of, and if a mountain lion did want to stalk and eat me, it would likely have nearly as much luck doing so during the day as at night. Ah, but the imaginative part of me doesn't work like that. The part of me that has seen The Blair Witch Project and listened as a five year old to my mom telling me stories about the rogue thumperbushes that crashed around the forest at night. Yup, I even grew up in the forest, and thanks to my mom's stories about the noises we heard outside at night, I still carry a complex about giant tumbleweed-like tangles of branches rolling and crashing around the dark of the forest of their own volition. Heh. But night hiking is quite nice. The air carries more of a chill, very enjoyable after a hot day in the city. You can only see what is lit by the light of your headlamp, which really makes you concentrate on a much smaller area. And the forest sounds so much different at night. I can hear water rushing and gurgling but cannot see it. I was surrounded by a chorus of crickets and other night insects... until they all fell silent. Why did they do that? There go the hairs on the back of my neck. Ah, good they started up again, false alarm. Stupid imagination. So finally I stopped and decided to put that imagination to some use and make some photos. I did a few initially with the Canon. I would set the self timer, balance my head lamp over the lens and run down the trail blind to get into position, then come stumbling back equally blind because the head lamp was shining right at me and in my eyes. If there was a mountain lion watching, he would have thought me much too ridiculous to eat at least. I think I would like to explore more images like this. Have not done much forest at night stuff. Shrugging. Anyway, this story has stretched on far enough for tonight, so I will post this and save part two (and the return of the mountain lion (kidding)) for my next post.
“Life force? What does that mean?” So it’s late 1968, and you’re, let’s say, fourteen. You started watching Dark Shadows on and off in the spring, and during the summe…
Title: Whispers from the Dark Side By: Harold Myra Format: Hardcover Number of Pages: 136 Vendor: Cascade Books Publication Date: 2020 Dimensions: 8.50 X 5.51 X 0.44 (inches) Weight: 11 ounces ISBN: 172525283X ISBN-13: 9781725252837 Stock No: WW252837
