Jack and Taboona’s performance in the Trout Lake Parade earlier this summer. Stay tuned for a video clip!
I left Trout Lake on the 3rd of June 2012, on a backpacking hike to explore a route for my horse Taboona and my Cart (home made). I left the house on the trail we built and walked east a couple of miles to the aspen grove. After looking at Goggle earth maps, it seems clear to me; all I needed to do was walk north from here and I would catch a road that ties into the TroutLake / Laurel Road. So I started off in that direction.
I had about 50#s on my back and my walking stick. I took off walking to the north by dead reckoning and walked for about one and a half hours, it was very brushy and not easy going, then I finally came out in a clearing and realized I had walked in a giant circle. Wow, I had used up a lot of energy and took a healthy blow to my ego. So I got out my compass and did my then best to follow a strait line, in an attempt to pick up the dirt road I needed. But I never found the road! I eventually found another road but I turned the wrong direction on it and ended up getting behind a small range of hills. Obviously judging by the terrain I was getting to far South of my planned route so I decide to go strait east which required me to hike over this small mountain range and then down a draw which became thicker with brush, trees and vegetation with each step. (I hadn’t been on an extended hike like this for 12 years so. I was a little ‘off my game’).
This was quit an amazing thicket and I thought I was ‘going to get stuck in there! Through barbed wire fences and fading light I finally broke out of there into the open swamp grass lands. What a relief, but there were not many places I felt comfortable to make a camp for the night. I did finally decide on a spot that I hoped would satisfy my temperary needs.
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.
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.