Tagging Along with Coyote Howl
When I started this semester of college, I can’t say that I was expecting to spend a Saturday afternoon crouched in the snow, smelling the urine left behind by a fisher.
When I started this semester of college, I can’t say that I was expecting to spend a Saturday afternoon crouched in the snow, smelling the urine left behind by a fisher.
Winter in the forest is full of magic. Where a few months ago leaves rustled and squirrels scampered, there now lies a white blanket, a naked tree, a sparkle in the air. If you stand in the woods in winter and just listen, what do you hear?
We can’t really say enough about the organizations that put time and resources into supporting our cause. As we say on our donor page, these folks are special people!
The intention for our November overnight at primitive camp were to sleep in debris shelters without sleeping bags, practice natural navigation over several miles while carrying burning coals, and to reflect on our experiences around sacred fires held by elders in the community.