Sunday, April 27, 2014

owls and wilderness

sandstone travel above the Escalante River canyon

I just spent 20 days as a guide teaching lightweight expeditioning skills down in the Escalante region of the Grand Staircase National Monument. I was awoken by a lone owl out my window in Idaho in the pre-dawn on the morning I began my drive down to southern Utah.

I never once slept in a tent, instead I was simply lying out under the stars. I heard an owl on almost every night. Once, while sitting up in my sleeping bag in the minutes before bedtime, as I was peering out into the darkness, I saw a white owl zip past me, quite close, in the glow of my headlamp.

I also heard it right above me in tree i was sleeping under. I feel pretty strogly that the call matched a western screech-owl. This is what I heard.

Right now I'm tired, creaky, sunburned and more deeply alive. There is a heartfelt and rejuvenating value to spending time in wild places.



Steve Ray said...


Please keep doing whatever it takes to keep yourself running at full capacity.

Lucretia Heart said...

The owls know you're watching!