I love my woods

October 25, 2010

I don’t know how I could forget, but I did. I forgot how much I enjoy walking through my woods. Any woods, actually, but right now especially my woods.

Funny. Somehow in the last two months I had not gotten up to my 30-acre woods, not until just two weeks ago. Getting “NO HUNTING” signs posted before the season opened was my impetus. Sad impetus, and in the end, the signs had no effect–there were hunters all over up in the neighborhood. In a twist of karma, seems no one got a deer, at least not in these first two weeks of the season.

Anyway. In preparation for posting the No Hunting signs I took a little reconnaissance walk around my property. And I sort of fell in love with it all over again. I really had forgotten how much I love walking about, seeing the flora and occasional fauna. Looking at the sky through the tree branches. Traveling the mini-obstacle course that is found on a forest floor–broken branches and rambling rocks, uneven ground, the scratchy thicket that snowberries become.

I have always loved this piece of property. There are amazing views (you can see clear into Canada, but not like that’s a huge deal since it’s only 15 miles away, but it sounds good, right.) This 30+ acre piece is so varied. There’s a shale hillside. There’s a (very small) creek that runs during the spring and orchids grow beside it. Of course there are mushrooms. And a bit of a field. And “woods”–pine, fir, and some tamarack. Not many deciduous trees, mostly just the aspen that hover near the sources of water.

There’s a spring, water barely trickling; but once there was a springhouse here, and an old homestead. All that’s left of those is a big pile of boards on the ground, plus another truly ramshackle shack a ways away. Rumor is that this smaller structure once housed a moonshine still. I don’t know if that’s true or just a romantic story, but I like the story, so yeah, it’s true.

Oh, and down the hill there are four very old apple trees. These aren’t mine, technically, but for now I will claim them. They still produce, beautiful apples–you just have to get them before the bears and deer do.

I love my woods.

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deb fred October 26, 2010 at 12:46 pm

I love your pictures of your woods. I’m not sure where your 30 acres is on the land that used to belong to your parents… but I used to love going out for walks with Casey. I always felt safe when he’d accompany me on walks up into the hills. Thank you for sharing your pictures, descriptions, thoughts, and memories. (Does your property include any of the high desert land on which we’d find little cacti and the tiny but tasty wild strawberries?)

Leila October 26, 2010 at 9:26 pm

Deb, my piece is the one that if you walked from the house along the road, passed the old apple trees, and on up the draw. Once you get in the draw, everything to the left and the right is mine. There’s a plateau up there with a huge pine tree in the middle of it and if you keep going along, you come to an old logging road.

Leila October 26, 2010 at 9:28 pm

Oh, and no cacti, but there might be strawberries up there. I know there are violets.

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