Thursday, November 30, 2017

Lesya Struz Lives!

There was a Walden ranger, wonderful and always smiling, eager to take you on any kind of hike.  She led me throughout Waltham and Walden, Cat Rock Park-to the backyard of my own office building.

She always had lovely stories, of her and her husband Joris, who had bought her a CUTE sportscar for her birthday one year.  She had tried to keep bees, until they kept her.  She wore pants that zipped off at the knee and camped out by firetowers at tops of mountains.  She led people through the woods and taught me Pippsesewwa, the shy flower, whose face is always turned to the ground.

Her ghost will follow me along trails, I can only hope, and always let her urge me to see the deer and the otter and the beaver and the wasp burls and how to age a pine tree and all the names of all the everythings.

The Moguls. The trails of Walden, the beaver dam and the mosquitoes.

I adored her and we laughed together.  It was almost as good as saying I love you, the way she did-opened her heart-everytime she named a flower or tree.


A nice obit from the Pacific Crest Trail, for S'Miles:

https://www.pcta.org/2017/longtime-pct-advocate-lesya-struz-dies-55308/