Timing is everything

 

Yesterday was one of those fall perfection drives-- in fact, I can't remember a more beautiful one. The roads were bare and dry, with the first dusting of snow on the mountains and high hills above the Columbia River. It was spectacular on Blewett Pass, with the golden larch and cottonwood trees against the snow and bluebird sky.

All is well here, although the devil beavers are still busy by the river, chewing down more nice young trees. About the only preventative is wrapping the trunks with heavy (not to mention, ugly) wire, and I don't have the tools, hand strength or inclination for that.

They cut the largest one into neat sections and hauled it off. How? Where? I've never seen a beaver lodge on the Methow River. Closer examination shows they've been working our property for a long time. Most of the old stumps were chewed off, not sawed down as I originally thought.

Anyway. What a moon last night coming up over the river, and this morning, setting behind the mountain with brilliant Jupiter right above. Maya has a soccer tournament today in Omak and I'll tag along with the girls. It's cold, but not a cloud in the sky.