i guess weird shit happens alot on trail
i was hiking to a waterfall near the beach
on a rainy winter morning.no one was out
it was great to have it all to myself
i made it to the waterfall took some pictures
and smoked my bowl. as i did i seen the trees
move and i could hear twigs breaking [steps]
i got tense and gripped my firearm
i thought it was a mountain lion
it was a man.a homeless man with a beard
and bright blue eyes. he asked me if i seen any rangers around
they always give him a hard time cause he aint supposed to be there
after the all clear was given he invited me to his camp
about a 1/4 mile from teh falls this man lived in a lil cave
he had a lil stove and a sleeping bag and his bike and a radio
he had food and water and alcohol and was just wanting to talk
i offered him a smoke but he didnt like weed. i blazed it though
and he drank his stuff.we talked about alot of things.
he told me stories of the indians who used to live there back in the days
we talked about life and love and friends and enemies
as alone as this man was and even though society treats him like an outcast
i got a sense that this man was happy and at peace
after some time i had to go and he walked be back to the falls and we shook hands

i left that day feeling good and kind of sad.