On each flight into and out of SEATAC I’m inspired by a mountain. Towering 14,410 ft., Mt. Rainier pierces through the clouds in silent sentinel watch in over the cacophony of Seattle’s nearly 3 ½ million souls 59 miles to the southeast . . . a bittersweet contrast.
On this flight it was as though Mt. Rainier was gasping for air above the smoky haze of Oregon’s wildfires far to the south. It heightened apprehension that our planet’s escalating nature/civilization skirmish is one I fear nature is losing. Yet, in the melancholy beauty of the sunset, two Scripture verses and one classic secular quote quietly reassured me:
“In His hands are the depth of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to Him.” – Psalm 95:4
“…to appoint unto them that mourn, and give them beauty for ashes…” – Isaiah 61:3
On approach into Seattle, WA Mount Rainier impressively dominated the majestic Sierra Nevada Range panorama, and got my thoughts to a-wandering . . . somewhere down there in the wilderness Bigfoot reportedly roams.
Somehow, ‘Bigfoot’ doesn’t sound female ‘Cinderella appropriate’. However, the thought of a few ‘hes’ representing the sole members of the species lacks romanticism. Surely somewhere down there must roam some ‘shes’ who could fashionably sport pairs of size 18-20 high heels to boot Bigfoot dudes in the rump when they stupidly step outa’ line and forest to get photographed . . . Petite-Feets?
Oklahoma is currently considering legislation for a 3-million-dollar bounty for the live capture of a Bigfoot . . . what are they drinking? This has me contemplating becoming a wealthy, gerontological bounty hunter. But what would be the optimal Bigfoot capture technique . . . a mega-enhanced version of “Building a Better Mousetrap”?
Personally, I support allowing Bigfoots and Petite-Feets to continue to roam wild and free. Being so scarce in numbers, the actual capture of one would immediately classify them as an Endangered Species, and us Homo sapiens have sadly already mastered that process. Besides, having survived the traumatic childhood trauma of discovering Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny were mere myths, us ‘adults’ need a mythical fuzzy fantasy reprieve this hectic world . . . lets keep the Bigfoot myth-information going!
Oops . . . we’re about to land and have been instructed to “Please turn off all electronics devices”. . . Long Live Bigfoot and his Petite-Feets!
PS – My wife is pondering if it’s possible to contract a strange form of altitude sickness while zooming through the skies at 400 mph in high-speed aluminum tubing . . . or if this is just another episode of my dementia? 😊 ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
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