Deer Meadow

I set out to return to a meadow that I hadn’t been to since my youth. It is about three miles in from the edge of town. There are no special memories there for me, it played no formative role in my life, but for some reason I feel drawn to it. It is strange how some places can grab your soul and not let go. This place has no name so I call it Deer Meadow for no other reason than I saw deer there the first time I ¬†found it. The forest service has added some logs beside the fire road but otherwise it remains unchanged from fifteen years ago. I hope it stays unchanged so my son discover it for himself one day.

This is the view about half a mile in. If you enlarge the picture you can just make out the meadow toward the right.

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Saw the deer tracks get thicker and thicker as I made my way up the mountain.

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Some cat tracks as well.

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The final hill up to the meadow was a skating rink. I had to bushwhack for a bit to get around it.

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I finally crested the hill and was rewarded with my goal.

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The next day I decided to take a walk along the river. Found a week-old lion kill, not much else in the way of wildlife (which, depending on the wildlife, might have been a blessing.)

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The rest of the week was spent working and dealing with the mundane broken up by time with Kory and the boys. I hope your week was as fulfilling as mine.

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A Weekend Well Spent

I spent this weekend close to home. Sometimes it just isn’t possible to get out into the backcountry. I like to keep a supply of wood on hand for the fireplace. I enjoy the fire but it also doubles as a backup plan in case the power goes out when the snow arrives. I have been bringing in pieces of a sequoia from our woodlot and got around to splitting them on Friday.

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Getting work done.

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Travis helped too.

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It’s coming along nicely.

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By the time winter hits the whole patio should be filled with wood. I’ll probably go through about half of it leaving me ahead for next winter. There is more than just the practical value of heating with wood. The hard work of felling, bucking, transporting, splitting and stacking is good for the soul and, I think, takes me back to a simpler time. It allows me to be closer to nature, and there is a satisfaction in knowing I’m doing the same work that my ancestors did before me.

On Sunday my son and I went for a walk down by the river. We were never out of sight of a road or a house but to him it felt wild and unspoiled

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Bear sign.

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NV Woodsman

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Going down the trail.

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My view part of the time.

.I often get frustrated that there are fewer and fewer wild places. I am lucky to live in a place where I can drive a short distance and be in nature, but to get to a truly unspoiled area takes an hour or more. Travis taught me an important lesson today: the woods are where you find them. We can’t always get to the place we want to be, but if we look at where we are through the right eyes, we can make it a wild place.

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