Monday, November 21, 2011

Howls & Owls

Over the past two nights I have been fortunate enough to hear two distinct and contrasting sounds from the wilderness around me.  The cries and calls of the coyote and owl are eerily beautiful.

The first time I heard a coyote (or rather a pack of coyotes, because I don't think you ever hear just one), I have to admit it was pretty scary.  Camping with Anna at Brushy Lake State Park in Oklahoma trying to set up our tents and cook dinner in the darkness.  Then out of nowhere comes the call of the wild... quite literally.

Cries and yelps and whoops and whines that sound more like a mixture of children and hyenas rather than canines.

Creepy at first.

But the more I listen to them, the more entranced I become.  I never actually see them (though that would be neat), but I imagine them running the open fields and plains freely and fiercely.  Perhaps they are chasing down rabbits and rodents, or maybe they're just having a bit of fun.  But their sound draws me in.

I've stayed awake until I hear them no more, never really wanting them to stop.  It's a strange noise to hear just before falling asleep, but I like it.  I like the quick startle I receive and the pounding of my heart when I first notice them.  It is a sound of wildness.

In addition to the coyotes over the past two nights, I have also heard a lonely owl performing his early morning monologue to wake me up.  I think owls often are associated with scary forest sounds as well, but the peacefulness I felt when hearing its call has been refreshing and reassuring.

Both nights camping, first in Utah then in Texas, I went to sleep with the coyote's howl, followed early the next morning with the cry of the owl.

It is a most wonderful way to drift in and out of dreams.


Wednesday, November 16, 2011

The Yearling

My dear friend Johnathan came to visit me this week at the park.  I only have a few days left of my internship, and I'm so glad he was able to come out and enjoy some of the beauty with me.

We were hiking Devils Garden when we both experienced another one of Nature's remarkable moments.

Devils Garden, like the Windows, is definitely one of the busiest trails in the park.  However, we found ourselves almost completely alone throughout our hike to Double O Arch and back.  We were enjoying the views and the stillness, but at the same time I wanted us to get back before sunset.

I tried to quicken our pace slightly.

As we bounded up and down the red rock fins, joking and singing goofily, we suddenly were stopped dead in our tracks.  A group of mule deer were grazing in the middle of the trail.

In the middle of the trail!

One of the most frequented sections of trail in the park.

There they were.  A buck, two does and a yearling.

They put some distance between us, but we remained frozen and watched.

Barely breathing because of their proximity.

As we stood and watched them, the buck retreated to a higher vantage point and never took his eyes off of us, while the does, and especially the yearling, returned to their late afternoon meal.

Slowly but surely the yearling moved closer and closer to us, nibbling on some of the black brush and service berry branches.  He chewed the leaves.  Looked up at us.  Moved closer.  And found more branches to try.

All the while, the buck stared us down from a distance.

Johnathan and I sat down on the rock.

Still.

The yearling eventually crossed in front of us, only about fifteen feet away.  It was nothing for him.  He didn't care about these hikers, or perhaps he wasn't yet old enough to know about the dangers of man.  He just chewed his food and walked past the awe-stricken onlookers.

The two does followed.  A little more cautiously and a little further away.

Then the buck.

Hesitant at first, he approached our position very slowly.  He stopped before fully committing, probably thinking to himself, "They do not know about man.  I have lived long enough to become wise, and I know these men cannot be trusted."  But because the rest of the family had already crossed, he could not let them go ahead unprotected.

Johnathan and I again held our breath as the large animal passed before us, swiftly and gracefully.  We both knew we should probably avoid making direct eye contact with this dominant creature, but we could not resist.  We both looked directly into his dark eyes.

Mesmerized.

His cautious run quickened to a thankful retreat as he ducked below some juniper branches avoiding entanglement with his large antlers.

He rejoined his family and hurried them along over the fins and out of sight.

Johnathan and I looked at each other and let out a sigh of relief and amazement.

We were astonished and thankful for such a sincere moment in Nature.

A moment of surprise as we came across the herd in the first place.

A moment of wonder as they didn't retreat out of sight.

A moment of innocence as the yearling crossed before us fearlessly.

And a moment of respect and admiration as the buck reluctantly trusted us enough to rejoin his small tribe.

Moments like this do not occur everyday.

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On another note, the Fiery Furnace is a great place to reenact scenes from Lord of the Rings.

Enjoy.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Windows



Other than being there in the middle of the night, this was the only time I have ever seen the Windows parking lot completely empty.

Walking up and down the trails completely by myself in a place that is usually one of the busiest sections of the park was pretty remarkable.

Almost magical, in fact.

It really is a beautiful area, but I think a lot of the time it is loved too much.  So many tourists stroll up to that North Window so they can get a photo of themselves underneath an arch, and then they're on their way again (most likely to Devils Garden or Delicate Arch).

But as I walked quietly by myself today, I noticed things I don't usually see when it's busy or when I'm leading a guided walk.

I began the primitive loop going behind the South and North Windows, and I stopped every couple minutes and strained my ears and eyes.  During one of these stops, I suddenly found myself in the midst of a staring contest with a mule deer.

We both stood perfectly still.

Then it lowered its head and began to drink from one of the pot holes.

I took a few steps to try and change my vantage point, and at that moment a buck with large antlers came bounding up from out of sight.  With his signal, four more deer appeared seemingly out of nowhere and the herd was bounding off together over the ridge and out of sight.

Even on a day when I was the only other hiker on the trail, I would have missed them entirely had I not stopped every so often and looked around.

I think we often go outside and go hiking and go biking and go running and can even be extremely active outdoors, but sometimes we forget to just go and be still.

“Be still, and know that I am God;
   I will be exalted among the nations,
   I will be exalted in the earth.” 


~ Pslam 46:10 ~

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

First Snow

I woke up this morning to snow on the ground.
Most of it melted away shortly after some direct sunlight, but a lot of it remains in the shade of the cliffs.

When I first arrived to Arches in 100° weather, I definitely did not expect to see snow during my time here.
It's been interesting to experience the seasonal change in this region.

Beautiful all around.