Well here it is October 31, 2002. Happy Birthday to Anna Castang! I've decided that's where I want to go next and I'm so excited. Today I'll be leaving on my journey there to see Anna. I can't wait to hear all about her plans and spend some time with her.
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But before I go I want to tell you more about my adventures here in the wild Rockies!
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I went up to Rocky Mountain National park a couple times to see the elk during the rut. When the change of season comes to the high country, new colors appear, the days are short, nights colder and autumn skies are a deep blue to contrast the reds, golds and yellows as the green fades from the aspen leaves. The bull elk are bugling, breaking the silence of the evening in the meadow where we waited. A soft, silent snow was falling and we watched the magnificant scene as a couple young bulls contested their strength by rushing each other, antlers down, clashing a couple times. An elk bugle can be described as beginning a low whistle, raising to a high pitch, then falls off, ending in a hallow grunting. It's an eerie sound, I think, as it echoes across the meadow to the ridge. The cow elk are just ignoring the males, and the yearlings are playing and jumping.
I went up to Rocky Mountain National park a couple times to see the elk during the rut. When the change of season comes to the high country, new colors appear, the days are short, nights colder and autumn skies are a deep blue to contrast the reds, golds and yellows as the green fades from the aspen leaves. The bull elk are bugling, breaking the silence of the evening in the meadow where we waited. A soft, silent snow was falling and we watched the magnificant scene as a couple young bulls contested their strength by rushing each other, antlers down, clashing a couple times. An elk bugle can be described as beginning a low whistle, raising to a high pitch, then falls off, ending in a hallow grunting. It's an eerie sound, I think, as it echoes across the meadow to the ridge. The cow elk are just ignoring the males, and the yearlings are playing and jumping.
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Guess what we saw on the way here! We saw a moose feeding down in a marsh just off the high mountain pass we came over. We took pictures during my trip back to Annie today. I have so many memories of the mountains and hope to come back this way again.
Guess what we saw on the way here! We saw a moose feeding down in a marsh just off the high mountain pass we came over. We took pictures during my trip back to Annie today. I have so many memories of the mountains and hope to come back this way again.
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I went to string quartet rehersal, choir practice and to the emergency room where Mary works. We jumped on the tramp, went for bike rides and played in the hot tub. Today before I get in my box to go to the post office we will make cookies. Yum! Off I go now...
I went to string quartet rehersal, choir practice and to the emergency room where Mary works. We jumped on the tramp, went for bike rides and played in the hot tub. Today before I get in my box to go to the post office we will make cookies. Yum! Off I go now...
~Mary Castang
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