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I invite you to walk with me as we hike in the quiet splendor of a winter's afternoon in Summerhawk Valley. an Intimate Portrait of Summerhawk Deep in Winter's Rest |
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| An oak leaf clings to a branch - a hardened flag
twirling in the breeze, tenaciously pronouncing last summer's glory. |
Cottonwood saplings interlace along a bank, their slender brown buds shiny in winter's lean sunlight. |
The quiet breath of winter's chill yields only to light on this clear afternoon. Summerhawk valley provides a secluded respite for elk and deer, sleeping bears, cliff-walking lions, owls and others. Something of this peace makes me think of burrowing into the oak forest and drifting into the intoxicating lull of this season's long rest. It is a spell of magnificent welcoming. |
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| The oak forest canopy arches it's crinkly fingers shielding the warming rays of the afternoon from the sleeping earth below. | Long shadows stretch aground striping and dappling a quilt of snow. Inches below, rest the seeds of succulent grass, vine and herb - the stuff that fills the dreams of field mice as they slumber in their toasty burrows. |
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It's leaves, radiating the warmth of the sun,
reveal the crown of a sage three feet tall. For now, it remains free of
ever deepening snows. |
A bobcat leaves a light impression on the crust of a snow-deep meadow - signs of this day's hunt soon to be swept away and layered under by the next storm. |
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The edge of soft snow yields to warm stone beneath. Offering a trickle of melt water to collect in pools along shallow depressions, the mountain shrinks and heaves in the near-constant sway of winter's dynamic rhythm, revealing wakefulness where we are inclined to see. Tracks around this spot show this coveted flow high on the mountain, away from the creek, entices and offers a quenching sip to birds, deer and small mammals.
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The deep waters of Turkey Point, drawn in by gently sloping banks.
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Whimsical and sun-softened tracks of a cottontail |
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![]() New life rests in quiet vibrancy against the contrast of ancient cedars dashed and decaying beneath the weight of many winters. Acting as wicks, the moisture in these and the trunks of other trees will contribute to a plethora of micro biota thriving within their pithy sanctuary. |
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View a panorama of Summerhawk Valley in the autumn |
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