Saturday, October 20, 2018

Snowstorm at the Lake - A Scintillating Prelude

Snowstorm at the lake

It was an awesome autumn morning last Sunday as the storm packed a final punch and piled six inches of snow at Evergreen Lake. Giant flakes rained down from the firmament erasing the normally distinctive mountain backdrop.

Too early for winter’s unyielding chill, the water was still fluid and leaves still firmly attached. The ochre marshland wilted under pressure from heavy accumulation, sending songbirds to seek shelter beneath the boardwalk.

Despite gray weather, the dark reservoir was painted with rigid reflections that decorated the smooth surface. After such a scintillating prelude to the somber season, the slow moving storm suddenly cleared leaving behind a pristine landscape.

Awesome autumn morning

Giant flakes rained down

Leaves were firmly attached

An ochre marshland

A dark reservoir

A pristine landscape

Saturday, October 13, 2018

First Snow - A Soft-Spoken Storm

First Snow

On an early October morn, the first snow in the golden foothills could only be described in a soft monochrome. Rooted into a rocky hillside, an elegant forest of lodgepole pine was distinguished by a silvery tone.

The soft-spoken storm snuck onto the scene and enveloped our area with dreary weather for quite some time. At the beginning, most of the moisture mixed with warm air and soaked into the parched ground.

After dark when the temperatures went down, a couple of inches of wet snow accumulated on the grass, bushes and branches. By the next day, the meadow was glistening with termination dust in a picture reminiscent of winter.

A soft monochrome

An elegant forest

Dreary weather

The parched ground was soaked

Snow on the grass and bushes

Reminiscent of winter

Sunday, October 7, 2018

Elk Meadow - A Tranquil Autumn Evening

A cluster of backlit pine

On a tranquil autumn evening, the entry into Elk Meadow is ablaze with a carpet of fiery grasses. A cluster of backlit pine clings to a rocky hillside while broken clouds stream across the powder blue.

Sprawling below the surreal sky, an orange countryside rises steadily to the fringe of a dark behemoth named Bergen Peak. Further up the rocky trail and a patch of aspen makes its last stand before winter as its leaves are just now starting to turn.

From the shallow recess of a secluded hollow, a solitary pine extends its tangled branches in a wooded embrace. On the brink of a broad ridge there’s a lofty overlook where you can watch the last of the day’s light disappear and our colorful season come to an end.

Ablaze with fiery grasses

Bergen Peak is a dark behemoth

Patch of turning aspen

A secluded hollow

The evening's last light disappears

Saturday, September 29, 2018

Beaver Brook Loop - A Heart-pounding Misadventure

Beaver Brook

On a steamy autumn day, the casual descent into a deep gorge was suddenly transformed into a lesson about underestimation. It began along a pine studded rim, towering above the mysterious depths of a jagged ravine.

Carved by a fast-flowing creek called Beaver Brook, the narrow gulch was a fantastical place where sea serpents swam. The farthest reaches of this Front Range wilderness felt just as remote, rugged and awe-inspiring as any piece of land in Colorado.

Down at the extreme bottom, a series of twenty footbridges criss-crossed the blue stream while transporting the hemmed in hiker through a picturesque portal. Down there the problems began because the thrilling scenery and ease of passage were short-lived.

The steep escape from such a fiery dungeon was a heart-pounding misadventure that was as brutal as climbing any fourteener. The way out was littered with thin ledges, vast drop offs and rock-cut stairwells.

A more thoughtful approach was required in order to preserve precious oxygen while attaining such dizzying height. The endless struggle became a strategic combination of rest and roll while reeling in the mountaintop, step by step.

A final charge through the last leg of the arduous trek finally achieved admittance into a receptive forest. With the danger zone left in the dust, a shaft of filtered light, shining through a grove of aspen, guided the weary traveler to the glorious finish line.

A steamy, autumn day

A deep gorge

A jagged ravine

A fast-flowing creek

A fantastical place

Where sea serpents swam

Remote and rugged

Footbridge crosses the stream

A picturesque portal

Thrilling scenery

A steep escape

A glorious finish line

Saturday, September 15, 2018

Cedar Waxwing - A Silky Bandit

Cedar Waxwing

We are in the middle of fall so most of the local birds have left for the season but some interesting species that we don’t normally see are currently passing through on their way south. Last week we watched as a flock of silky bandits raided fruit from the bushes that surround Evergreen Lake.

The Cedar Waxwing is a beautiful bird painted with a shiny palette of brown, gray and lemon-yellow. It’s most striking characteristics are the regal crown, yellow-tipped tail, a devious black mask outlined in white and the brilliant-red wax droplets accenting the wing feathers.

The happy, little gang of marauders gorged themselves on berries and other sugary fruit to the point of intoxication. A few of the birds ventured out over the water in order to capture tasty insects while still on the wing.

They flitted about from branch to branch while calling to each other with a thin whistle and they took great delight in splashing around the shallow creek. Unfortunately, the late travelers didn’t stay for long as the weather is starting to turn.

I’m sad to see all of our colorful, summer visitors pack up and leave but I’m happy to have the quiet, rocky trails back to myself. It won’t be long now and this place will become a deserted sanctuary for the snow.

A silky bandit

A beautiful bird

Colored with a shiny palette

Yellow-tipped tail

A black mask

They eat fruit and berries

They flitted from branch to branch

They didn't stay for long

Saturday, September 8, 2018

Spotted Towhee - A Hefty Sparrow

Spotted Towhee

Rustling through the leaf litter below the dry scrub brush that laces the steep, Colorado foothills is where you’ll find a hefty sparrow known as the spotted towhee. Such beautiful birds, the males have a white belly, orange sides and a black head, throat and upper parts. The back and wings are flecked with white spots while the red eyes are the defining characteristic.

During the early spring, those males creep up to the top of the thicket and sing all day long while trying to attract a mate. In the breeding season they eat mostly insects but they’ll also dine on acorns, berries and seeds. They’re nest cup is built deep inside a sharp briar and usually concealed somewhere near the base of the shrub.

A close cousin, the eastern towhee, used to be considered the same bird as the spotted towhee and in the past they were called the rufous-sided towhee. During the last ice age large ice sheets split the continent down the middle, isolating the separate birds into eastern and western populations. Today, scientists classify the spotted and the eastern as two completely different species.

Rustling through leaf litter

Dry scrub brush

A hefty sparrow

A beautiful bird

Orange sides, black head and white spots

The red eye is a defining characteristic

Singing all day

A different species