[photo]CallaghanMt.jpg[caption]Mount Callaghan is the Highest Peak in the Background[/photo]
Normally, berries are plucked, usually frozen or at least slushy, and we grin with blue-stained lips as we wander through a white, soft winter landscape. Lunch is normally taken quickly under the shelter of a few yellow cedar or spruce. Then it's back again into the blowing snow or falling sleet as we stretch our legs and our imaginations wandering through the beautiful meadow complexes, imagining what it would be like months hence when we could dip and swoosh through the meadows on our telemark skis.
But this past half-year has been different--very different. An awesome dryness has left its mark. The blueberries are long gone, many having not made it to maturity in this very dry summer and the rest having long ago been gleaned by the big fuzzies that roam this valley. The normally wet marshes have been frozen solid and the ponds have icy covers that will support human crossings. Even the creeks have bridges of ice, those that still have water in them, for many of the creeks in the area are no longer flowing above ground.
This year it is easy to travel quickly over the frozen terrain, especially in the meadows, and so... To see the full trip report you must login as a paid member. Use the Login Page. (message p3)
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