It has been the topic of the week, last week’s wind that was. A trip to the post office, the convenience store or the hemp store all yielded the same. Wide eyed stories of who was where when and while. Fear of losing roofs, walls. The mobile home several times rolled on 159, thankfully unoccupied. Trees down, and I saw another splinted finger at a stop sign, but that could be coincidence.
The commissary was out of gap sealer, whereas many discovered what my tenant has; houses leak, notably when the wind howls like a lonely coyote.
Elk season is here! Not for the hunters, but for the passive viewers such as myself. Two days in a row were herds in the Brophy/Gray Place meadows, running, playing and feeding. My weekend guest had to wait for a steady flow to cross the road upon her departure.
Elk have sensed the stillness and that the hunters have left, it would seem. I see movement again as the day breaks this fine morning.