The sound of nothing becomes a constant here<\/p>\n
at 6,000 feet: flies buzz, wind rustles treetops.<\/p>\n
The heat wafts up from the draw. We feel slow.<\/p>\n
Slow muscles.\u00a0Slow to answer. Slow to think.<\/p>\n
It’s almost like sleepwalking through our days.<\/p>\n
There is hauling water, taking weather stats,<\/p>\n
preparing meals. And always, there is watching<\/p>\n
for fire; now we watch the sun go down, orange-yellow<\/p>\n
light igniting the valley.\u00a0The forest needs our eyes.<\/p>\n
We see chipmunks, ravens, eagles, and hawks.<\/p>\n
We see camp robbers and quail. Wild flowers are<\/p>\n
abundant: paintbrush, Kinnikinnick, Oregon grape,<\/p>\n
and tiny new green huckleberries. We eat together,<\/p>\n
alone with flies buzzing in lazy circles. Yellow jackets,<\/p>\n
grasshoppers, and a distant plane. Then silence–<\/p>\n
loud in its assertiveness. Heat settles down and the<\/p>\n
glow begins to fade. We call it a day.<\/p>\n
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