Above There Is The Mountain
And at its foot, the summer refuge---
sanctuary in town and yards under spreading
boughs of evergreens
Beneath the mountain’s wild, they find
their forage: shrubs, wild plants and the feast
of dropped fruit spread about the ground
Those with antlers come alone
Those without bring offspring---fawns
following last year’s babes nearly grown
Late summer afternoons, they descend
like evening shadows slipping down the slopes
and fanning out within the town
By night they feed; by moon they play
How swift they are, even the smallest ones
with stripes and spots
Under moonlight, they suckle then break
for cover---like wind itself---practicing escape
Neither are claws imaginary;
real and raw are the marks
which groove some yearlings’ flanks
Quiet coming, quieter still in going,
all gather again at first light, a full herd
of phantoms ready to depart
before the sun soars above the trees
At town’s edge, the solitary bucks
begin to bound---sharp hooves pounding
respect into pliant earth
Near forest, they pause, heads high,
nostrils flaring to test the morning breeze
Hidden high beneath the mountain’s brushy
crown: a flash of eye shine gold green,
the presence sensed but rarely seen
-Peter Hensel
QotD: How tough we aren't
Aug. 30th, 2013 09:07 am--Laurence Gonzales in Deep Survival, page 133.
Wolves Reproducing around Oregon
Jul. 30th, 2013 12:53 pmhttp://www.dfw.state.or.us/Wolves/index.asp
http://www.dfw.state.or.us/Wolves/wolf_program_updates.asp
Poem by Wendell Berry for Earth Day
Apr. 22nd, 2013 06:34 pmWhen despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
QotD: Abbey on Wilderness (again)
Mar. 17th, 2013 09:21 amwhether or not we ever set foot in it.
We need a refuge
even though we may never need to go there....
We need the possibility of escape
as surely as we need hope.
--Edward Abbey
And in case you care, wilderness in Utah and Wyoming just won a reprieve from development. Oil and gas developers want to extract from public lands there, and were thwarted one more time in court.
At the time this appeal began, the U.S. Bureau of Land Management had already issued thousands of leases for energy development in the states with contested leases, including nearly 17,000 leases in Wyoming and more than 4,100 leases in Utah. The oil and gas industry had only developed 33 percent of its leases in Wyoming and 22 percent of its leases in Utah, leaving millions of acres open to energy development where the Interior Department has already issued leases.
Quote of the Day: A Venturesome Minority
Dec. 22nd, 2012 03:43 pmwill always be eager to set off on their own,
and no obstacles should be placed in their path;
let them take risks, for godsake,
let them get lost, sunburnt, stranded, drowned,
eaten by bears, buried alive under avalanches -
that is the right and privilege of any free American.
--Edward Abbey
Rowing the Rogue
Aug. 14th, 2012 11:15 pmBack in the world of technology
Jun. 6th, 2012 09:19 amQotD: Ignorance Begets Confidence
Jan. 27th, 2012 12:09 pm--Charles Darwin
Imagine being lost in the wilderness with a group of 10. Who is the most confident about which way you should go? Always an interesting test.)
(Didn't mean to but both knowledge and confidence tags just created. Not sure I will ever stop creating new tags, sorry. Follow a parallel tag to track the idea farther back. This journal is a form of mind map.)
http://sierraclub.typepad.com/michaelbrune/2011/09/wildlands-are-your-lands.html
by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Trip Report: Klickitat
Aug. 22nd, 2010 09:23 pm( notes )