A Cold One

Was it summer when the river ran dry
Or was it just another dam.

I saw a bald eagle frolicking on the beach with ravens

And gulls

I couldn't help thinking

They are back

So was it conservation
or was it the cold spell with flooding rivers that brought them here.

A week today was the coldest 200k ever for me. Amy, Kristie, Ralph, Mark and myself set off from Tully's with some trepidation for various reasons. It was a simple plan; we see ice and we abort.

Feathered in Woolistics and Synthetics
Snubbed mostly by other birds of the cold
And a large Squadron of Snoqualmie Swans.

A bird feathered for tempest
Cannot become a sparrow seeking a nest.

So Ralph was the ranger riding ahead, Mark was a GPS with an uncanny sense of True North, guiding us especially in the dark. Amy's long legs beat out an unforgettable stroke during the last hills as Kristie spun her cranks, yes, like a hummingbird.

A cricket in my ear was chirping the words:
Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in.

of Leonard Cohen

And


We did it! Thanks Guys.