The Whimsical Forest Surprise (OR: The Leavenworth Trip: Part Three)

I believe I left you with the Lizard-Friend* auspiciously pointing us into the forest, towards a hidden bridge, Gentle Reader.

Lizard Friend

 Naturally we took the Lizard-Friend’s advice and toddled into the woods, where we began picking flowers along the trail.

Gathering Flowers

This will be important, later.

I was determined, on this expedition, to fulfill a duty I’d assigned myself:

The Task: Create a Whimsical Forest Surprise.

The Execution:  Well, we hadn’t been able to buy supplies to build bio-degradable fairies and suspend them as we were hoping to in Plain, Washington, and I thought that I might have to give up on this task before we even got to the woods. However, after crossing the charming little bridge, deep in the forest, we stumbled across a treehouse.

Christopher Treehouse

I began to feel a little bit more hopeful. There was also a teepee constructed of sticks, and a number of little platforms, gazebos, and shelters along the river – curious, considering that we’d hiked through the wilderness for about an hour to reach the spot. We wandered riverward, hoping to get some respite from the heat of the day. And then:


Somebody had been building cairns inexpertly by the riverbank. They were clearly man-made, but they weren’t very good.

And that’s when we decided to show them up improve upon what they’d started, and leave a little surprise for whoever had lovingly built the little camps. We set to work:

Christopher Cairn Building

Tyler Cairn Building

We spent a good hour by the riverside, stacking rocks. We left a half-dozen each, but the ring in the river – that was our masterpiece. One large central cairn, surrounded by twelve ancillary cairns. Christopher was pleased that neither of us had any question of what the correct number was – we both automatically assumed 12. This is because we share a highly technical background in Teenage Wicca.

Whimsical Surprise One

Whimsical Surprise Two

The Verdict: Uh, playing in Nature? Heck yes! Obviously we had a blast, and left something clearly manmade for someone to stumble on, that won’t fuck up the countryside. I had been yearning to do this from the minute I made the list. Duh.

But the day’s adventures weren’t over yet!   We hadn’t yet scaled the cliff, or built our flower crowns, or read Tarot in a forest meadow! It was Beltane, after all†!

So we climbed the Big Cliff:

Great Big Hill

Via a nearly vertical footpath that provided access to the powerlines that stretch across the river. We hiked onward, and that’s when we heard an ominous rumbling.

No, not thunder; don’t be silly. It was just the loggers, who were lumberjacking off in the distance. One was wearing just jeans, boots, and the stupid safety vest; somehow we were able to navigate the trail with our eyes glued to his gleaming, sweaty torso. Christopher was tempted to wander over and say something to them. Something like “Help, sir! We’re just two little lost fags all alone in the woods! Golly!” 

Leavenworth, 2014 (74)


but we both agreed that probably wasn’t the best idea. We stumbled onward until we came across a meadow full of flowers.

Field of Daisies

So then this happened:

Flower Crown Both

And I started singing the Sound of Music:

Twirling In An Ugly Wig

Christopher wasn’t amused.


So I flopped down, exhausted from belting broadway from the mountaintop.

Tyler Flower Crown

The hills really *had* been alive with the sound of music.

We hiked back down to the little encampments, and offered up our crowns in a sacrifice, in fire, content in the success of our pastoral adventure‡.

Burning Crowns


*Do you mean to tell me you don’t take directions from woodland creatures? What the hell is wrong with you?

†Um, Beltane celebrations usually involve a certain amount of ceremonial fucking. That was not the case here, both because I’m seeing someone and because we’ve known each other since we were five. Ewww§.

‡Christopher also made friends with a horse:

Horse Friends

and with a goat:

Goat Friend

§ Sorry, Christopher.

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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5 Responses to The Whimsical Forest Surprise (OR: The Leavenworth Trip: Part Three)

  1. Pony says:

    Sounds like a perfect day. 🙂

  2. Natalie DeYoung says:

    Okay, so I’m looking at the forest photos and am jealous you can go hiking somewhere so beautiful. Then, the flower pictures…
    Slow. Clap.

    • Hahaha! Thank you, Nat. Christopher’s was much better constructed than mine – he did some sort of French Braid wizardry with the stems. I wasn’t quite as crafty, myself.

      We had a lot of fun.

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