Tonight there will be snow so today I’m enjoying cold weather with lots of sun at Elk Meadow. The fields are beautiful with tall grass bending gracefully in the morning light. Shadows play against the golden grasses and old buildings dot the landscape.
Two mornings of single digit weather. Making chili while waiting for 1pm to go walk. Today it is red chili and tiny cornbread muffins and apple pie. Living the good life with a wood fire, smell of food and the promise of a sunny afternoon.
The bison stand in groups facing away from the wind. Yesterday the wind came up with gusts of 50 miles an hour. Today it is calming down, but not giving up.
This year there were more than eight bison born. Two I saw were white like the one on the far left in the photo. The babies are sheltered behind the group.
Usually I’m in the car when I visit the yaks. Today I’m walking. I’m excited to see what may be two families. The only problem is they look a lot bigger when I’m out of the car and the fence looks really weak.
As I focus on the picture I notice the yak really don’t seem to care about me in a good way, in a bad way, not anyway. I’m thankful for these yaks on many levels.
Driving I70 towards Evergreen west from Denver becomes a treat when you reach Genesee. You pass under the overpass at Lookout Mountain and suddenly the Rocky Mountains are in front of you.
Along the highway before Genesee you see beautiful glimpses of the mountains that are coming. But when the actual bigger than life sight hits it is more than you can take in at once. Your eyes can’t scan the horizon fast enough.
School is in session and most of the elk are happy to share the soccer field.
A couple of large males roam their section of females; walking and bungling during rutting season. Usually you see groups of females, babies and young males, but the big guys. This is the time of year we see the large males for a couple of weeks before the herd moves to higher ground.
Last year an eagle showed up at Evergreen Lake. If you were lucky you’d see him fly past patrolling the lake. You might even see him swoop down to the water and carry off a fish.
Speculation about where he came from and why he appeared never brought answers and now that he appears to be a full fledged resident.
At first you may not notice the quiet little hummingbird as you enter the trail to Meyer Ranch Park. Quietly sitting on top on a tall PVC pipe she has the best view. She can watch any water running in the little creek just a few feet from the pole. She can see the fields around her as the grasses and flowers ripple in the breeze. And she can watch hikers walking up the winding incline to the park.
She is the first thing to greet me as I leave the dusty parking lot to hike trails that allow me to see flowers and wildlife. Here the man made trails allow me to glimpse what the surrounding land looks like without the heavy hand of concrete and urban life.
She is the last thing I say goodbye to. Leaving I’m happy. I’ve recovered a little bit of the dreams of childhood in my wandering adventure. I leave excited too, because I’ll soon be back. Being outside I realize the price I pay for my house is the feeling of being disconnected with nature. At home I how walls that contain me. The hummingbird has as far as she can see.