Mama and baby moose crossing the Continental Divide under the Rio Grande Pyramid and the Window
We return to Ditch Camp, to where our world becomes just a little more wild. To where the deer join us in camp because we are in their woods, elk graze beside our horses because that is their pasture, and moose pass before us because we are in their trail.
Bob having his morning coffee with a doe going about her business behind him
We are in their space, they allow us, tolerate us, and know we will not remain long. There are nearly one half a million acres here they can call their home, a vast and varied land in which to live out their lives, in which to avoid us if the choose. There are no cages here. No roads on which to drive by and gawk at the surreal wilds displaced in mans land sprawled out so unnaturally into the natural world.
No, here we enter their domain, and are simply passing by. If they allow us to see them, it is in their world completely. A grace, a blessing, an opening of the heart and soul into the wilderness.
Until Friday morning, I hope this LINK will help to keep the wilds alive within you.