And it was good. Behold:
I also saw the tracks of Brother Coyote (identifying coyote tracks is a lot easier in a canyon that doesn’t allow dogs):
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Tracks
I spent Saturday afternoon up at the Solitude Nordic Center so someone could try out new snowshoes and I could practice what I learned on my nature walk.
There were blue skies! And I didn’t even need a full coat, just a vest!
I’m pretty sure these were snowshoe hare tracks:
And I want to say these were bird tracks (?):
And I even saw the rarest track of all, from the elusive Wild Hippie:
(I did not make these, I promise.)
Thoreau
“Men go back to the mountains, as they go back to sailing ships at sea, because in the mountains and on the sea they must face up.”
Nature, Lately
The weekend (and recent nature) in brief: Really big birds and lots of snow.
Again
Another weekend, another hike in Millcreek, another chance to smirk at nature.
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| Look at that air! People, you need to stop idling your cars. |
Hiking With Skyler!
I went up Millcreek Canyon with my brother and sister-in-law and Skyler (in the backpack) yesterday. It was a perfect fall day!
Skyler thought nature was pretty delicious.
Camping For People Who Lie About Being The Outdoor Type (Or At Least Exaggerate It)
I can’t even call this a day trip since we drove up Little Cottonwood in the morning to get a site, got breakfast on the way down the canyon and continued our day, and then came back at dark with soup and camping gear. City camping is the best! And my down bag is rated to at least 28 degrees, which was the low Sunday morning.
(Pictures from Sunday morning before we packed up and drove back to my place, where there was central heating.)
The F Word
I went back to White Pine Lake in Little Cottonwood yesterday to help me get my head around the beginning of fall. Of course, the lake at 10,000 feet was well into fall and moving on to winter, so that pushed me a little further along in my acceptance. Thanks, nature.
(The lake was so low–compare it to three months ago when I was there last.)
At least fall is orange. It could be worse.
Getting My Zen Back
19.
Once at Cold Mountain [or Mount Aire], troubles cease –
No more tangled, hung up mind.
I idly scribble poems on the rock cliff,
Taking whatever comes, like a drifting boat.
(From Han Shan, the Cold Mountain Poems, translated by Gary Snyder)
Peace out, nature.
Outdoorsy
I spent Saturday being outdoorsy and going to White Pine Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon. Look at all the gear we had–that must mean we’re really Outdoor Types, right?
Nature is hilarious
Yes, that’s an ice axe.
Still partially frozen…
…but starting to thaw.
On the way back down.