Mountain Owling
Apr. 12th, 2008 09:30 amYesterday evening, three other crazy people and I decided to see if we could find any owls up at Steven's Pass.
We snowshoed up to Skyline Ridge as the sun was setting, staring out across the pass at the pink-tinged mountains. We swooshed around the bowl with the frozen lake and up to the cell phone tower at the summit as the sky darkened, trailing our half moon shadows behind us. It was absolutely clear and absolutely still, with sound carrying for miles.
We played recordings of boreal and saw-whet owl calls and listened to the whump of melting snow falling from the trees.
We played recordings of owl calls and listened to the whump of snow falling from the cell phone tower.
We played owl calls and listened to the beep of a truck reversing in the car park on the highway 1500 feet below.
We played owl calls and discussed how beautiful the contrail of an airliner is when it flies mere degrees from the moon and the silver glows.
We played owl calls and listened to the complete and total absence of any owls talking back at us. And then we snowhoed back down from the ridge, with the lights of the ski resort at the pass glowing across the side of the mountain opposite.
It had been far too long since I really saw the stars.
ETA Okay, my LJ is getting very confused. Apologies to anyone who's getting multiple replies here, but every time I try to reply to
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Okay, I give up. All my own replies appear as new comments. I'll just quote to make it clear who I'm talking to and hope you all care enough to come back and look!
We snowshoed up to Skyline Ridge as the sun was setting, staring out across the pass at the pink-tinged mountains. We swooshed around the bowl with the frozen lake and up to the cell phone tower at the summit as the sky darkened, trailing our half moon shadows behind us. It was absolutely clear and absolutely still, with sound carrying for miles.
We played recordings of boreal and saw-whet owl calls and listened to the whump of melting snow falling from the trees.
We played recordings of owl calls and listened to the whump of snow falling from the cell phone tower.
We played owl calls and listened to the beep of a truck reversing in the car park on the highway 1500 feet below.
We played owl calls and discussed how beautiful the contrail of an airliner is when it flies mere degrees from the moon and the silver glows.
We played owl calls and listened to the complete and total absence of any owls talking back at us. And then we snowhoed back down from the ridge, with the lights of the ski resort at the pass glowing across the side of the mountain opposite.
It had been far too long since I really saw the stars.
ETA Okay, my LJ is getting very confused. Apologies to anyone who's getting multiple replies here, but every time I try to reply to
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Okay, I give up. All my own replies appear as new comments. I'll just quote to make it clear who I'm talking to and hope you all care enough to come back and look!