Red Tailed Drifted Slog

clear, breezy, mid-20's. Well, there are really two options. Sit around, mope and die, or get active. Made a choice yesterday to follow the path of the latter. Not exactly prime conditions for it either. Four inches of snow fell the previous night and during the day. Slapped the 2.7 Timberwolves with the SnowCat rims back on the Moots and headed into the land of Mongolia to check out the scene. The scene is...well...snow drifts. Gigantic snowdrifts larger than man and beast combined. Well, OK, they  we not that big, but I was also sticking to the jeep roads while making my way to the southern crossing route. Despite the large quantity of pushing, and the obviousness that I was out here about three weeks too early, it was fun. A Lewis and Clark style adventure if you will.

On my way back, pushing into the wind, I saw a red tailed hawk swooping and swirling in the current, skirting over and elk meadow and then hovering and diving over an aspen grove. So free, so fiery. I envy the red tailed hawk...actually I envy all animals, for while their life is hard, their life is also practical and simple and elegant.

Today, a ski. Somewhere up high. A peak - maybe Radiobeacon, Flattop, James...who knows. All in the quest to be like the red tailed hawk, at least for a few moments.  Gotta go, gotta go.