The wind calmed down for a while, and it got really nice outside yesterday evening. I went out to enjoy the evening, and enjoyed the view. As ever, digital snapshots can’t record it as seen by the human eye, with magnificent magnification and all. Still, one does what one can . . . .
We don't even know if this peak has a name. We call it "Ideal" because of a snowfield that appears in more temperate months (Photo: Mark Zeiger).
Even now, a couple of days after the fact, I’m still shaking my head over our moose encounter. As I said, things got a little fuzzy there, but I didn’t realize just how fuzzy, until Michelle and I went out yesterday to look over the tracks.
The small amount of snow that filtered through the trees to the ground in our yard has frozen hard. When we first flushed the moose, the mother slipped and skidded on the ice. If an animal that heavy and sure-footed had trouble, you can imagine our conditions. The tracks on the path to the guest house were faint, but visible.
I had been in the house that morning, and had walked out in my house boots. Michelle had put on her hiking boots, so we had no trouble differentiating our tracks. What surprised me was the location of them.
Mama Moose browsing the windbreak in the calm moments before we all began freaking out (Photo: Mark Zeiger).
