I've hardly made it through half of what I want to tell you about my trip to the prairie and already I'm off to the mountains!
I'm leaving on Friday for a couple days in the Adirondacks; one of my most favorite places. It's a trip for birds, ostensibly anyway, but the fact is that I've already seen most of the specialty birds the area has to offer on past trips there. Except for Spruce Grouse and that's a long shot, as even the trip leaders admit. I have wonderful memories of Evening Grosbeaks, Boreal Chickadees, Gray Jays, Winter Wrens, Lincoln's Sparrows, Ravens, and Black-backed Woodpeckers. I don't much care what birds I see this time. So long as I see some, of course!
I'm more looking forward to hearing the cry of a loon or seeing the spruce and tamaracks mirrored in a lonely pond. Standing at the summit of Whiteface Mountain with alpine plants at my feet and Lake Champlain and Quebec off in the distance, while Bicknell's Thrush sings somewhere below me. Waking to morning mist rising from the lake outside my door. Paddling that lake for an hour or two between birding and dinner. Watching the stars for a few quiet hours each night...
a return Visit
1 year ago