Monday, March 18, 2013
Late Winter, snow, Rain, Moss, and the Bobcat's Gift
Jena, Abbie and I ambled along the blessedly flat section that runs from a trailhead at Hwy. 18, over the bridges and rushing streams, past the old Ragnar siding, to the glorious, great, wild big leaf maple tree that grows by the falls of Boeztke Creek, to reassure ourselves that she is sending out fat buds, and she is.
We turned around just about a mile past that spot, at about 4 miles, and wandered back along the same route. We got pelted with graupel, a form of snow, even though temps were relatively warm, in the high 40s. Mountain weather is changeable and strange, especially as spring approaches.
Really, it's a small miracle. What is the likelihood of such a treasure being found by a found object artist with a good supply of resins and a head full of wonder? It must be a sign.
It's about half an inch long. Too short for a cougar and too long for a house cat. I've seen bobcat sign in the area before.