morning, Krista and I had a need to go out and be with nature.
This week has been filled with many emotions for all the world.
Our home land was attacked by terrorists. I read something from
a fellow FSJer that moved me to get up and exercise my freedom.
This is something these cowardly terrorists did not take away.
The horrible acts we have seen in pictures and on TV had overloaded
us. It was time to take action.
noon, we were on the road down to Mancos to fill Phoebe with fuel.
At 12:30, we left the pavement headed up to Jackson Lake ~and~ beyond.
Most of the road is easy gravel until you get up near the Sharkstooth
Trailhead. There we found some rock and roll as well as some
mud holes. Phoebe got all muddy and we had fun. The dogs
got to run around and splash in ponds and puddles as well. The
scenery was awesome and the air was clear. We are free.
one vantage point we could see Hesperus Mountain, Sharkstooth Point
and Burro Mountain. After enjoying the view for a while we walked
back to the truck where we took particular notice of an old pine tree.
The root structure was huge, the lower growth was very healthy with
new cones and growth and the tree top was dead. There was a
nice cradle to sit in at the base. We sat and listened to the
old tree. What we felt was a grandmother spirit. She was
weary. She had lived a long life and made shelter for many critters
and fought the harsh elements. In reflection, it reminds me
of what our country has been through this week. We offered the
old tree love and respect and thanked her for being there for us.
we were off down the trail. The road lead us back around the
backside of the ridge we were on through some beautiful scenery.
At one point we were looking down into the canyon to Bear Creek.
The aspen trees are changing to their golden phase of Fall.
The scrub oaks were lit like fire with yellow, orange and red.
In one particular alpine meadow we chanced upon a huge bull elk with
at least 12 points on his rack. He took no time in moving to
lower ground where he went out of site. What a splendor!
We eventually drove back down to more travelled road and found our
selves at the gate to Lost Canyon Ranch. Soon we arrived back
to Hwy 184 and headed home. What a beautiful day to be alive
and free! Please enjoy the pictures. They are not nearly
what we have stored in our minds and hearts.