Fresh Bear tracks on the lake shore. This meager snow cover offers them scant protection from the cold in their den.
Bear track beside my ancient ski boot, for scale. I skied Mt. Whitney in these boots over thirty years ago. New gear may be sexy but there’s nothing like a trusty old friend.
Another mature Cottonwood falls to Beaver gnawing. Shame it didnt even get to eat much of it. I have to wonder, if there were more of their natural predators still around, would they be spending the time to drop big trees, when saplings can be had with much less exposure?
old growth Cedar flexing
Graffiti on a marine rail. Yes, hands can, but more to the point, can they not? Just because we can do something, doesn’t mean we should. Will this be our epitaph?
