Musings on Life

               The only warm-blooded creature that rivals us in number is chickens.  After that, you must go to rats and mice to find a comparably numerous species. In terms of our collective impact on the planet, one would have to look to asteroids and super volcanoes in order to find a comparison.

                                                                                         John Vaillant

       Tracking is the “oldest profession” To be able to read tracks and sign for safety and food is what being Homo sapiens were all about.

         I moved to Trout Lake in 1974 with the sincere notion of being closer to wilderness and nature. I even thought maybe being near to the Yakima Indian Reservation may help.

       It became obvious after hiking around Trout Lake that the entire area had been logged off, high graded, so to speak about 90 years ago. Before that I have heard from the old-timers you could ride a horse through the old growth anywhere. Now it is a thicket and that is good. Brush is a redeeming factor here, Brush; hazelnut, saringa,  ocean spray, bitter cherry, vine maple, Douglas maple and service berry (to name a few) have held the soil and the wild life. Until the new loggers came again in the late ‘90’s but this time spraying the brush to kill it is the current motis operendi.

      A few years ago it was so quiet here, around my home in T rout Lake sometimes one could hear the “white noise” (kind of like a very subtle but full body buzz), within and without.

      There were an abundance of bats, and swallows and NO mosquitoes! Song Birds nesting in the spring were so virulent there was no sleeping in, even on week ends. There were so many spawning trout in the creek, you could hear them splashing around in their final fall orgy of creation! And with a primary food group in the neighborhood, such as these fish, along came the King Fisher, the Great Blue Heron, the Mink , the Otter and the Beaver, Deer, Elk, Bear and Mountain Lion, to name a few.

        We don’t seem to be aware that we can not fence in the noise we make.

     I’m 65 years old and I want to see where the quiet places still exist (OUTSIDE) in this amazing and beautiful; Klickitat County.

                                                                              Jack Fee

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