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Friday, August 23, 2024

 Found through a website-newspaper-like called The Daily Trek an awesome blog post:

https://thetrek.co/continental-divide-trail/hiking-when-there-is-no-trail-at-all/?mc_cid=165650ff39&mc_eid=54a1bcf483

  I really like the author's writing.  It's natural and not show-offy.  Makes one feel as if we are along for the hike.  And it's okay not to know everything about everything.  That better describes my own curiousity in life.  An example is that on my camptrip this summer I was amused by a visiting pair of ravens.  Each day around early brunch time the two would arrive while the group of crows (very differently behaviored) was not near the campsite.  The ravens seemed to arrive with the rotating winds of the sea storm passing through from Florida.  And they visited for three days.  That campsite has long been a traditional fishing spot, and where native Americans have gathered to do sweat lodge.  

  The rocks and matada and natural "tools" record usage for fishing and food preparation.  So maybe the ravens live nearby and check for traditional wayfarers at the camp, I thought.  The fishing that was happening at the creek at that time wasn't even pole fishing.  Mostly it involved "snappers", some sort of stun gun apparatus that shocks a fish to death.  Faster and easier I guess.  Modern way to club food over the head.  And people who use the method generally don't want to be judged as not being traditional.  Just another topic not to bring up unless you want to get into someone's mood.  Anyway, the ravens plucked at some discarded burnt pancakes but they didn't want those either so off they went.  North on the creek like the also-visiting Osprey.

  It wasn't until I was perusing magazines at my local library and found an article about ravens in a conservancy mag that I learned that there aren't many ravens left in that area of the Smokies.  The visiting felt like such an apt marker of species survival in the climes of what we have become.

  It was exciting to just experience the outdoors without a lot of mental baggage or intellectualism applied to the experience.  Like a refresh on learning.

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