...few and far between. That it rained almost constantly the entire week did not help but we persevered as best we could, got a good deal of work done on our forthcoming book, Bird Trails Montana; discovered some pretty nifty spots, tramped a bunch of good country, did a wee bit of fishing, enjoyed a good camp--actually except for one evening we had an entire USFS campground all to our ownselves, hard to top that eh? In case you have never been the Seeley Swan woods are dark, bushy as hell and full of mystery--not the least of which is the very real possibility of meeting up Mr., or perish the thought, Mrs. Griz and youngins round just about any bend. That is if bear scat everywhere is any indication...Yes, I know most of the scat belongs or belonged to one the many and much more likely to encounter black bears roaming twixt the Mission Mountain Wilderness to the west and the Bob Marshall to the east...but still being reminded in some spots every few steps does tend make one a bit goosey...I have a long and some might say downright careless relationship with black bears but second day out I did dig around and pull out our one and only and very ancient can bear spray...I don't think Gale was comforted in the least and I know she weren't impressed...hey, I tried. Anyway here a few keeper shots randomly drawn as always from our wanderings...Enjoy.
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| American dipper aka water ouzel...never guess which handle I prefer... |
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| Signs such as this were everywhere...just in case you forget? |
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| Grand National Champion Larch is 153 feet tall, 24 feet around, 1000 years old, a damned impressive specimen if I do say so me self... |
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| Bark beetles, nature's master engravers.... |
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