WhistlingBadger
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Today, I signed myself, Mrs. Badger, and the Badgerling up for a two-day ethnobotany class on the mountain in June. It is taught by a guy who, quite literally, has lived in the mountains his whole life. We've taken classes from this guy before, and he's almost unbelievable, like somebody from a cheesy movie: Came out here in the 70s with nothing, learned to live off the land, was educated by Native American elders whose respect he earned, make a good bit of money prospecting for jade and fossils and developing/breeding/training pack goats. Now we get to spend two days roaming around in the mountains with him learning about how the Natives used the various plants that grow here. What fun! His classes are notoriously hard to get into and usually fill up within a day. I got really lucky!
Then I got home and went for a run. In the course of a few miles, I saw whitetail does, a magnificent rooster pheasant, and came within 50 yards of a herd of elk. (Not to mention that I'm pushing 50 and still able to go for multi-mile runs, despite a lifetime of clutziness and a few magnificent injuries)
I type this with a stomach full of really good Mexican food, as my wife is sitting on the couch creating some sort of art, and the Badgerling is playing tunes on my harp. And now I get to go read her a Louis L'Amour story before bed time.
Ain't life grand?
Then I got home and went for a run. In the course of a few miles, I saw whitetail does, a magnificent rooster pheasant, and came within 50 yards of a herd of elk. (Not to mention that I'm pushing 50 and still able to go for multi-mile runs, despite a lifetime of clutziness and a few magnificent injuries)
I type this with a stomach full of really good Mexican food, as my wife is sitting on the couch creating some sort of art, and the Badgerling is playing tunes on my harp. And now I get to go read her a Louis L'Amour story before bed time.
Ain't life grand?