An inch of snow fell yesterday as we made our way down an old logging road. We parked the truck in the silvery gray dawn and entered the wet woods on a game trail we had scouted last week while grouse hunting.
Trish spent the day on a low granite ridge overlooking a little meadow and I hiked further and sat in the wooded fringes.
I absorbed my vista in solitude and sat silent all day listening to wilderness sounds. I recaptured the sense of wonder, curiosity and adventure I had felt during my early years in the North country as the rocks, trees, birds and all that I found there became my world.
Cold and snowy - back to the cabin by moonlight. Full Rutting Moon, Full Frosty Moon. The cabin warmth felt good.