Too tired to shreed
Storm coming in from the west.
“Are you SURE this is the trail, Bear?”
El Rio Grande, the blue thread of running water in the distance.
I don’t know why I thought of this song while we were walking, maybe because of the numerous carrot and potato filled semis heading down the country road to meet HWY 160 and the fact that I know I’m home. Home — for me — is this beautiful world, this valley with its harsh climate and heart-breaking beauty. I still can’t believe I get to live here. Maybe the kisses I get are dog kisses, and maybe the hugs I get are from friends and Bear and trees and light and mountains in the distance, stars so bright they seem to blaze through my window at night. I don’t know. Love is what keeps your heart whole and, for me, it’s always been being outside, human, embraced by nature, beneath the sky. ❤
It snowed in the mountains yesterday and the nearby peaks are white this morning. I love snow, but it isn’t down slope yet. It rained yesterday, so the dogs and I went out to relish the rainy day. Bright rainbow and shifting clouds.
The first three photos here are the same place two weeks ago. I thought they belonged here. It’s been a beautiful autumn.
P.S. I posted the photos yesterday but when I saw the prompt this morning it seemed to fit.
Hunting season — notably waterfowl — starts here on “my” slough and along the river on October 9 so Dusty, Bear and I are carpeing the diem until then. I’m told that after the first month things die (ha ha) down and that hiking between 10 and 3 will be pretty safe. That’s fine. I like to head out at 1:00 during the cold months anyway and my jacket is red. It’s been wonderful hiking here every couple of days and photographing the changes.
One of the many things I learned in California is that — in nature — there is no such thing as “nothing” and no spot that’s not “worth” seeing. For the first year or two I hiked in the California chaparral I only hiked one 3/4 mile trail. I learned from that experience that no trail is ever the same trail. It changes all the time. I’m grateful for that lesson and have enjoyed applying it to this short loop and to the longer trail along the Rio Grande I’ve had the chance to follow a few times. I started hiking here at the end of last winter and watching the changes and getting to know the plants and small critters has been wonderful. I’ve also had the pleasure of seeing two Sandhill Cranes in the past week, being watched by (and watching) a mated pair of Redtail Hawks, seeing a blue heron a month ago and American White Pelicans in the early spring.
Lately I’ve seen the tracks of deer which makes me think they are already coming down from the high country.