The
May 22, 2013
Countryy Editor
Volume 1 Number 6
East
Just good reading
From pure imagination to virtual stagnation
Black bears thriving in Big South Fork
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Takee a hike Chimney Mountain by Joan Kark-Wren Chimney Mountain near Indian Lake is one of my family’s favorite hikes. It’s a sure bet that whenever we are at camp, someone will say, “Let’s climb Chimney!” We ‘discovered’ Chimney Mtn. in 2006 and have climbed it many times since, each time discovering new caves to explore. Our first climb up was in July. As we went from the chimney to the other side of the of the mountain, we saw mist rising up from the crevices in the rocks created from the cooler air in the caves. After setting off to explore them, we discovered there was still ice and snow in many of the smaller caves. A great cool-
down after a hot climb! The chimney itself is a massive vertical rock formation that lends itself to some good views and great photo ops, but the real view is on the other side, and can be reached by a path that starts just below the chimney. At 2,700 ft. above sea level, Chimney is considered a low peak. The hike up is a steep Class 1 trail, just over a mile long, with the steepest part at the end. The trail is wide enough in most places to walk side by side and is fairly dry, depending on the season. There are two spots near the base that are wet and a small stream to cross over. Our ‘boys’ (aged 22, 24 and 27)
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run up the mountain and come back every now and then to check and see if my husband Dan and I are still on our way up. I tend to be the last one up because I’m too busy
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Above - The trail up to the chimney is fairly wide in most spots. Right - One of my favorite photos - my ‘boys’ next to the chimney. This was taken the first time we climbed Chimney Mountain, and although I’ve tried to recapture this, it never seems to come out as good as this one did.
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A bird of a different feather writes his story came to this windswept place called Stone Arabia about three weeks ago. I told the rest of the flock not to leave our warm winter home so early. What has one single bird to say to change many others’ minds? After all, I’m just a different bird but still an outstanding one. Long before we struck off for this Stone Arabia place, some who nested there last season thought that with a strong west wind we might be blown east to a place called Fonda. It was a pretty cold day when we reached our destination, which was a side yard of a guy who some of the older birds of the flock said was named Skip. In fact that guy saw us soon after landing. I saw him watching us. He seemed to be especially watching me as if he picked me out from many other robins. Did he think I was strange just because I had a white head? I did not know whether I should feel complimented or insulted. This guy certainly spied on me. I My portrait, taken at my new home showed him by being especially bold in Stone Arabia by John De Valve. and approaching nearer than the rest
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by Willis “Skip” Barshied I am one of nature’s feathered creatures. Although I risk being considered conceited, I know I’m something special. I
of the flock. I began to be self conscious and even paranoid if that is within the capability of a white-headed robin. I was concerned that this big, strong creature pitied me possibly because I did not seem to have a mate. I decided I’d show him by taking my beautiful mate with me when I came into his view. Boy, is she a sweet bird! She not only has looks but does most of the nest building also. I cavort around, picking up a seed here or a worm there. This is robin lazy street. I do not dare to tweet about it much though since all must be quiet while my mate is nesting. I hope that guy Skip respects my preening and does not require too many appearances. I’ll try to humor him. That friend of his, I believe his name is John, tried to trick me with some robin sounds made by something he took from his pocket. I showed him that there is no fear in this bird. So long for now! Your friend, The White Headed Robin with help from Skip, Stone Arabia, April 30, 2013.