The First Nations

Beltane                                                                        Beltane Moon

This is exactly how I feel about animals. They are other nations. I discovered this quote in the office of our new vet, Dr. Palmini.

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We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.   Henry Beston, author of the Outermost House

Cub Creek Crashing Down the Mountains

Beltane                                                                               Beltane Moon

I took this video and these photographs on my into Evergreen for Mother’s Day presents. Our picnic in City Park had to be moved to Jon and Jen’s due to the possibility of snow and/or heavy rain. A most peculiar May here I’m told by locals.

Cub Creek at Lower Maxwell Falls Trailhead
Cub Creek at Lower Maxwell Falls Trailhead

 

Cub Creek near Highway 73 that goes into Evergreen
Cub Creek near Highway 73 that goes into Evergreen
local cardinal likes Evergreen coffee
local cardinal likes Evergreen coffee

 

He’s An Akita

Beltane                                                               Beltane Moon

IMAG1289Yesterday was dog taxi day. Vega to vet. Vega back from vet. Kepler to the dog groomer for furmination. Kepler back from the groomer. In between I threw in changing the tires on the Rav4. Feels much better to have those soft snow tires off the truck. No longer flensing rubber on the consistently dry pavement.

Vega has been subdued, but she did start eating this morning. That’s a good sign. Kepler looks sleak. The groomer said he had “an amazing amount of fur.” The reason his head was wet when I picked him up? “He didn’t want his head dried. And I decided to honor that.” Wise choice. When I said he was stubborn, she said, “He’s an Akita.”

The drive to Pine Junction, location of Paws and Claws, is spectacular. Once just beyond Conifer on 285 a long, high range of snowcapped peaks becomes visible. Riding through the mountains, seeing more mountains ahead. Wonderful treat for an ordinary trip to a groomers. The road off 285 that takes me close to Paws and Claws is Mt. Evans Drive, the highest paved road in North America. Haven’t driven the rest of it. Not opened yet. Closed all winter plus some.

We’re getting so close on the Andover sale. Just a few items from the inspection list, nothing major. Then, Kate will drive to Minnesota for the closing. She’ll see her friends and have that, oh, I’m here as a no longer resident experience.