When I was a senior in high school, I had to give a piano senior recital. Fortunately, I had been playing and practicing the piano since I was four years old, so I was used to hard work at the piano. One of the many pieces I had to play at this event was Chopin’s “Revolutionary”. As bombastic and impressive as it was at the time to my small town audience, I loved it then and I love it now.
When my husband and I were fortunate enough to get our little Havanese dog , we named him Che. Why? Of course, because the great Havanese are from Cuba and our little, white bundle, although a sweetie, reminded us of the great Che Guevarra, Cuban ‘revolutionary’.
When Che and I were in Cope Park the canopy of spruce, aspen, and hemlock overhead dripped with rain. We walked over gigantic roots and around gigantic, slick pieces of stone some as large as a small car. Between them the ground was smooth as tile, but spongy.
The mountain rose straight in front of me just across the creek and rapids. And, that is what made my heart jump. Gold Creek roared just like the “Revolutionary” from the treble to the heavy base .
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