Over the past twelve
months or so as I talked about my plans to leave the “regular Life”
and go off on my adventure many of my friends questioned my sanity to
say the least!
Last
night as the end of my winter journey comes to an end, I reflected on
those thoughts and the many, many people who questioned me…but until you
have seen the wild, lived the wild and had the opportunity to discover
natures wonder and live within it…it is very hard to understand…
The Gypsy
A name fondly given me by my good friend Steve Carter this winter during my travels
A long days
drive had me weary and as the sun slowly set and the evening twilight
replaced the sunlight, I looked for a spot to stop and spend a quiet
evening reflecting on this past 6 months journey. As I drove along
through the mountains of Montana with snow capped peaks on one side and
high mountain lakes on the other the spot to stop materialized right in
front of me…a quick U-turn and I was overlooking a glass calm moonlit
lake with mountains in the background…as I pulled in to the overlook I
startled a herd of deer who were moving down towards the lake to drink
and feed in the rich grassland that surrounded the lake… After I parked I
left the door open to my humble little home so I could continue to
enjoy nature’s majesty. Dinner was cooked, the heat from the stove
warmed my house and I watched as the lake grew even calmer…a quiet
cocktail enjoying the view and reflecting on this past years journey I
was soon ready for bed, I heard the coyotes yelping in the distance,
this had been a fine evening.
As
I climbed in bed I heard noises outside which sounded like
footsteps…wondering if someone else was invading my territory I quickly
rose and looked outside to discover a large heard of Elk moving through
the crusted snow right outside my door, they too were heading to the
lake for a drink of water and some fresh growth of meadow grass.
This
morning rather than be awoken by the sounds of a city, the sirens, the
traffic, the clock radio the god forsaken Television…my alarm clock was
the sounds of migrating geese and the lonely call of a bald eagle…the
Eagle call, a warm reminder that my adventure continues as my Alaska
home beckons me once again.
And I thought…they ask why I have done this??
More later
Capt Jim
Professor aka The Gypsy!
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