Back home after opening up my cabin. We opened up a little earlier than normal this year, mainly to take advantage of the good weather and to allow us wiggle room for upcoming May events, Mother’s Day, graduations, Memorial Day weekend, things like that.
I have a few loose ends to tie up with the cabin. It appears that our hot water heater needs replacing. The old one is over ten years old and has suffered enough. The next trip to the village will be to get that issue resolved.
The wildlife is going strong though. In just a few brief outings near Red Feathers, I’ve already spotted plenty of moose and deer. We have bald eagles in the area along with the normal assortment of hawks and waterfowl.
On the home front, we’ve completed most of our Spring projects and I’ve actually mowed the lawn twice to keep up with the rapidly greening grass and blooming trees.
Winter’s grasp has loosened and I’m looking forward to sharing my upcoming adventures in photography from the edge of the map.
The 2018 moose photography season is off to a good start.
My first morning of hunting for moose after opening my cabin and I didn’t have to go far to ring the bell.
I was on my first cup of coffee when I headed out the door to scout the area around the village and to my surprise the moose were present in force less than a mile from my place.
I wasn’t prepared either. I normally configure the camera and have it sitting on the front seat of the truck. Well, it was on the front seat; however, I had not yet bothered to take the lens cap off and set the exposure for the early morning light. Driving down the pot-holed road from my cabin, my attention this early in the day, was limited to keeping my too full cup of java from sloshing around and burning me when it spilled. I slowed down long enough to get control and to my surprise there was a moose already in view. Moving rapidly across an open field, I knew where she was headed.
Another 30 seconds of driving and I had reached Dead Man road. An area where the moose funnel out of the Laramie Mountains and into the more open woodlands around Red Feathers.
Of course, seeing the moose and getting a good photo of a moose are two different things.
I stalked out a position along Dead Man road and waited for this young bull to come to me. When he poked his head from the budding willows, I was ready for him.
Doobie made his first overnight visit to our cabin in Red Feathers this past weekend.
Lots of new things seen, heard and smelled these past few days. His senses were overloaded I think.
He’s not a water dog, which isn’t surprising. His personality is very much like that of our old dog Buddy. His favorite activity, running like a bat out of hell and leaping over, onto and between things.
There are no shortages of places for that in Red Feathers.
We made the run from Littleton to Red Feather Lakes to check on the cabin and we decided to give the Doob his first extended outing to see how he would handle a long drive. It’s a 2.5 hour drive one way, so 5+ hours in the back seat of a Ford pickup truck should put him to the test.
The Doob did well. No car sickness, no barking, no problems. He seemed to enjoy the ride, though he was a little nervous at first. He’s never been anywhere but the neighborhood and Vets office before.
As you can see, there is still plenty of Winter left in Spring in Northern Colorado.
Doobie Plays in the Mountain Snow. His first visit to Red Feathers.