Tucked into the small streams of the Rocky Mountains are thousands of beaver dams. The Beaver is prolific here and does well, especially in the national forest. The beaver is the North American's largest rodent. Hunted for decades near the Canadian border and in the Rockies, they have survived and thrive today in America's wetlands. These are the things that I teach my grandchildren as we hike. The important things in life. The unseen realities that surround us. For the next few entries I will share some of the beauty of my home. After living around the world for forty years, I have found the place that I will never leave.
Each day begins with a walk out the back door and the few steps into Pike National Forest. My eyes are open although the trails are so familiar to me. On a typical day I see Beaver, Muskrat, Blue Herron, Canadian Geese, Cotton tails, Mule Deer, Red Tail Hawks, Eagles, Hebert (A-Bear) squirrels, I could go on and on. The forest is teeming with life. Unlike the cement cities I have lived in. Our hiking guests sometimes see it all, sometimes see nothing. I am saddened by their selective blindness. As for me, the incredible diversity of my world facinates me. So bear with me (bear, lol), as I look around me and attempt to share with you, through my eyes, the wonders that surround me.
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