The mountain top was off the hook this morning. There were these low-lying, loose clouds rolling through, and I could watch the mountains break them up. As I was driving out to the trailhead I looked at the mountains and how they were absolutely socked in with this hazy gray pollution like frozen cloud stuff. I thought I could be hiking in a cold fog for the morning, but oh no. It got beautiful out there - sun, views, solitude - soul food, for sure.
Love the way the red red red moss flowers are magnified in these icicles.
On the way home, through Philips, along the Sandy, this guy caught my eye. I stared. No way. It is one of those wooden carvings people do. The head is too white. The tail is too white. It is too big to be real. This is what I was thinking as I drove a bit slower than normal down Route 4. But man, if it is real... I gotta go back. I turned my car around and inched along the breakdown lane with my blinker on. Sure enough. He is the real deal. I stood there for a long time watching him. Long enough for this other car to pull up. A woman got out and came down to the riverbank with me. She lives in West Freeman and had seen EIGHT on the way into Farmington. Eight?? Then she pointed out a carcass that was in the river some, on the riverbank some. There was an immature eagle scavenging as we spoke. She and I shared the moment and then she took off. I stood there a bit longer just because I felt so lucky and then I wished him well, and headed South down 4.
As always, I feel infinitely fortunate.
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