Most, if not all of these rolling mounds of earth and rock have borne timber at one time or another. Most have been logged once, twice, even three times since the days when old Paul Bunyan first urged Babe the Blue Ox into their canyons and onto their crests. These are penetrable hills, were the timber company gates thrown wide to public access, not alpine challenges such as Rainier and Adams and Baker, which are covered with permanent glaciers and deep crevasses. The elk and deer roam these fields, summering high and wintering low where forage is easily gotten. Fish are plentiful in the higher lakes where no roads go, and only fishermen with map and compass venture. But hills these are, not mountains, and my eyes lift past them for sight of the peaks of my younger years.
365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
We Call Them Hills
Most, if not all of these rolling mounds of earth and rock have borne timber at one time or another. Most have been logged once, twice, even three times since the days when old Paul Bunyan first urged Babe the Blue Ox into their canyons and onto their crests. These are penetrable hills, were the timber company gates thrown wide to public access, not alpine challenges such as Rainier and Adams and Baker, which are covered with permanent glaciers and deep crevasses. The elk and deer roam these fields, summering high and wintering low where forage is easily gotten. Fish are plentiful in the higher lakes where no roads go, and only fishermen with map and compass venture. But hills these are, not mountains, and my eyes lift past them for sight of the peaks of my younger years.
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