I Am A Fox

The Fox.

I have a weird obsession with this animal. Any and everyone who is close to me knows how much I love the Fox. Most of them believe that I like this animal simply because it is orange. And to some extent, that does have something to do with it. But it is not the main reason. Let me tell you in depth why I am so drawn to the Fox.

Like I said it did have something to do with the color orange. (It is my favorite color by the way). How did that become so? It started when I was little. I clearly remember back in school when I was just a tiny little nerd. Maybe in kindergarten or even in the first grade. Your favorite color was like your identity. What defined you was; your name, your favorite color, and some random hobby. Different from today (your job, your car, your house. Kid times were the best times).

I remember, boys liked blue, girls liked pink, and there was always that one weirdo that liked black, (no offense to my emo friends). But mainly the blue and pink group were the biggest groups. Even as a little kid I didn’t want to be placed in a group. (Choosing to be part of some thing is different then being placed in it).  I wanted to be different. I wanted to stand out. Why did I have to be just like everyone else? Then I met Orange.

The color Orange is a color that pierces through your eyes without asking for permission.  It’s strong and bright, it screams courage. It’s always alert, but never afraid.

I liked that. Always alert, but never afraid. The more shades of orange I found the more I began to like it. There was a shade of orange for all my feelings, mix it with red or yellow and you get an even better different forms of orange. I was not like the boys who liked blue, nor was I like the girls who liked pink. I liked Orange. (Maybe I was the weirdo?).

During elementary school one of my cousins used to baby sit me. She was one of those cool teenage girls that had straight A’s but yet hung out with all the cool kids at school, and made them look good. I know, the early 2000’s were something else. She gave me this huge book about animals. A through Z. It had the picture of the animals at the top, and right below it, it had all these fun facts and information about that animal.

The book was amazing. The pictures were great. I remember that I would flip through that book so much that it started to wear out. I came across the tiger. Orange stripes. Cool enough. Orange nonetheless. I learned a lot about tigers at an early age. In the fourth grade that was the only thing I would talk about. Tigers. I even did a report on them in my first year of middle school.

There was something off about the tiger. I liked it yes, but some times I just didn’t connect to it.  Then in middle school I went above and beyond what Nature classified animals as and I tried to relate to them on a human level. (I know, humans, always looking for more than what there already is).

The tiger is said to be one of the most powerful wild cats in the jungle. They didn’t give it the tittle King of the Jungle for any small reason. I already knew that this animal had great strength. The tiger itself represents strength, power, and bravery.

Have you heard of the saying, “never wake up a sleeping tiger”? Well, there is a reason. I think you can imagine.

I lost interest of this creature once I started to notice its monstrous ways. The eyes of a tiger alone can make its prey run up a tree. Did I really want to relate to an animal like that? I know many MANLY BROS would be like, “hell yeah bro, tiger all the way bro, bravery this bro, strong that bro, courage blah blah bro bro bro.” But like, why?

We have all been tigers in our lives here and there. That doesn’t mean we had to stay there. There are many Chinese and Japanese stories about how the human needs the spirit of the tiger at times in life just to survive. I love reading those stories. But that’s why the tiger was not the animal for me.

Then I found the Fox.

Of course I had known some of the fox characteristics before from the book that I was given. But nothing in great detail. Then my great venture began. I hit gold! There were many species of foxes out there. Just like tigers, not all of then came in orange. The red fox (even though its orange as hell in my opinion) is my favorite. The arctic fox comes in a close second, because it reminds me of innocence.

What is it about the Fox that drew my attention? The fox in the wild can not rely on its strength or even its ferociousness, because it doesn’t have any. To many, a fox can seem week, even pathetic, helpless animal. It’s prey doesn’t consist of large animals. It mainly hunts birds, rabbits, and eats any small fish, crabs, some fruits and some vegetables.

This animal, even though it seems harmless is great at avoiding getting hunted. The fox has to manage its way around predators like the wolf, bobcats, and other animals depending where the fox is located geographically. As if it isn’t enough it also has to be on the look out for human hunters.

It has to outwit these predators to stay alive. That’s what I like about the fox. So why did I find and interest in an animal that seems like it is at the bottom of the animal kingdom pyramid? In the native american culture the fox is one of the highest respected animals. It is known for being smart and devious. (It has to be, I mean its going up against these savage killers with powerful strength). It’s also know for knowing the right path to take when everyone else is lost and can’t find direction.

In my life, I’ve had many types of predators. Wolfs, bobcats, hunters, so to speak. I have not won any battle by the strength of my fists like a tiger would have. My battles, fights, and obstacles have been outwitted by the mere capacity of my brain.

In this world of Tigers, Wolfs, Bobcats, and Hunters.

I am a FOX.

Sequoia

Even though my current situation is really stressful, that didn’t stop me from having the time of my life in Sequoia National Park.

We left home around three in the morning. It was a little early but I’m used to that time. I was so excited I don’t even know how I slept the night before. Once in the road it seemed so much more real. We stopped only once maybe an hour before we got there for food and gas. The city that we stopped in was called Porterville and it was the cutest little thing.

Sadly, a city close to Sequoia was experiencing a fire, it had been contained but the gloom of the smoke was slow to leave and lingered in the air even once we were up there.

It was my fourth time being there but that didn’t stop me from being flabbergasted by the marvelous beauty of the Sequoia trees. Also the green that surrounds the whole place is spectacular to see.

We had trouble finding parking, mainly because it was Labor Day weekend and it was pretty packed, but once we did we headed to Lodgepole to take a trail and see River Tokopah Falls. Since my mom couldn’t walk so much we took many breaks but she did get close enough to see the falls even though she didn’t make it to the top.

Of course, being there in person it’s so much prettier. It started to rain on and off at the beginning of the trail but we powered through. It seemed the rain was harder at the very top and that’s very logical since it was at a higher elevation.

After that we headed to the Sherman tree, earths largest tree…by volume. Was actually expecting it to be bigger but it was still pretty awesome.

If I wanted to hug it, it would probably take about 20 of me to wrap my hands around it.

Even though we were tired from walking almost ten miles we still had the will power to go to Moro rock. My mom stayed in the car since she said she had enough of nature for one day and felt satisfied but also exhausted. I love Moro rock but the climb was pure hell. 350 steps or so.

From there you can pretty much see all the Sierra Nevada mountains. We stayed there for only a couple of minutes. My brother got “allergies” but I know that he doesn’t like hikes but I’m proud that he even made it up there since last time he went he just walked up and came straight back down.

Over all it was a great experience. My next gaol would be to go camping there. Of course I also want to explore Kings canyon, Yosemite, and other parts of the Sierra Nevada mountains. What can I say I love trees and the wilderness! I was hopping to see bears but didn’t. The most ferocious animal we saw were deers. I can’t wait to go back.

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Green Green Green

I LOVE nature! Like a lot. Well, I wouldn't go chain myself to a tree like a nature freak but I do admire its beauty. I like being surrounded by trees. Green green green. To hear the wind dance through the branches of the trees and smell the freshness of the air as it caresses my face is one of the best feelings ever. Relaxing. A feeling you don't get everyday. And trust me I need a vacation.

Seeing as Labor Day weekend is just around the corner I told my mom I wanted to travel. Last year we went to Sequoia National Park also on Labor Day weekend. It was my third time going and I never get bored. Going back seems so familiar but everything feels so different. It's definitely a new experience every time. Now I want to go back.

At first I wanted to go to Yosemite since I have not been there yet. But seeing as how my mom just is recuperating still I think Sequoia will be easier for her. She's moving around more and even drives now. And also we plan to see waterfalls this time and the trails to them are really easy and actually not that far.

I can't wait to go back, I wish I could stay the night, and maybe one day even camp. I love trees. I love the forest. Nature is awesome!