Only a trace of snow left on the land where the Silver Moonbeam rests.
Our nice neighbor came over to sit with us on the rocks and he told us stories about what this winter was like in the village of Red Feather Lakes.
He said that a hurricane force wind blew through a few weeks ago. At a hundred mph it was capable of blowing our canoe, which normally is kept secure under the ponderosa pines, down the hill and onto "the porch" of the trailer.
I remind myself that Red Feather is surrounded by wilderness. We are right in the middle of Roosevelt National Forest, 8,500 feet high in the Rawah Wilderness Area, so naturally the winters can be a little mean.
As always, I could not count how many Ravens came by to welcome us back home.
We were also told that the bobcats are still climbing the boulders in our "front yard."
I'm certain this is their den.
Complete with scat.
And evidence of the "resident rabbit" kill.
(I loved that rabbit.)
Deer stopped by.
Happily, the moose did too.
It looks like another trip to the Buddhist Shambhala Mountain Retreat (right down the road) is in order to replace my tattered prayer flags.
A google earth image of the Silver Moonbeam. ;)
I promise myself that I will spend more time there this summer. I want to spruce things up. A little Tin Can gypsy decor.
That is, if I can tear myself away from the wild horses.