May
23, 2022
Greetings
from the happy wanderer,
Each
week a cloud of words gathers here and showers me with drops of inspiration. Sometimes I just get wet, and sometimes a few
words gather in my palm and form something worth sharing. Sometimes it is a single tear from above that
stays clear from the cloudburst.
This
morning it is ‘Bothy’.
For
as long as there have been places to explore, people have tramped paths in the earth
to get there, and by their own footsteps created the way for the next
traveler. In some places, a nearly
secret arrangement of refuge formed, rudimentary lodgings for a weary wanderer
to rest out of the weather.
A
bothy is a simple nest, a small hut that is left unlocked for travelers to
use. Some are one room, perhaps once a
shelter for a shepherd or even for the flock.
There is a place for a fire, perhaps a table, sometimes a bed.
For
generations, these huts have become a place where strangers traveling through
could stay the night, be warm and dry.
Most are made of stones found in the place they were built, with wooden roof,
a basic door, sometimes a window.
The
bothy was accepted by the landowners as a necessity, perhaps first for people
working the land, but it evolved into this other idea. This is a
common thing in the Scottish Highlands, but the same tradition formed in the
remote places in the Alps, in New Zealand and Finland. They are called different things, but the purpose
is the same.
Now
there is a network of bothies for hikers to use as they make their adventures
in the blustery highlands. There is
nothing luxurious about them, you need to bring your own food and firewood and whatever
you will sleep in. It is the most
fundamental sort of hostel, and it costs nothing to stay there.
There
is an expected conduct among those who use the bothy. The bothy code is fairly simple; Respect
others, the land, the bothy. Leave it like
you would like to find it. This code,
like the principle of the bothy, is based on a trust, the understanding among
people in need that binds them together.
Part
of this code is the understanding that the door is always open, there are no
reservations, so you may end up sleeping with strangers. The agreement, mostly in the invisible space
between us, is that we need each other in these strata of the world, and so it’s
best to honor the code.
Travelers
bring what they can, share what they have, and some nights new friendships are
born.
It’s
interesting to me that in such primitive situations we find such noble ideas as
honor, respect, compassion, fellowship. I have never been inside a bothy, but since the moment I read about
them I was drawn to the idea. This
morning I realized why.
The bothy is
an extension of us, it is an idea made real in the form of simple shelter. The unlocked door is the symbol of an open
heart, a welcoming expression of one human for another. It’s often the simplest things that are so
enduring, so powerful.
I have been a
traveler, in many forms, and I have been given shelter, offered someone else’s
food, the company of a stranger who would be a friend. I know how that changes you for the
better.
Any of us can
make this possible for other travelers.
A kind word, a few dollars, maybe even a place to stay. It doesn’t have to be limited to remote trails
in misty highlands. We can all be the
bothy.
Hope
this finds you with an open heart,
David
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