Tuesday, April 3, 2012

flying into winter

We don't fly in helicopters much in the winter around here. Some people are lucky enough to get an assignment in the south somewhere, feeding the PSD machines with spheres to set Florida or Georgia or Alabama on fire. For most of us, though, we take our last flight in October sometime and won't climb aboard again until May at the earliest.

Four years ago today I was able to experience one of those rare events, an April flight to look for wolverine tracks. We drifted like a snowflake over the silent wilderness, watching mountain goats cling to lonely ridges. Winter covered the mountains.

Of course, nothing went perfectly. It was windy in some of the cirques and we had to depart. The biologist got sick. We didn't find anything we could really say was a wolverine track for sure. But it was still pretty great.

This is what it looked like.

These trees covered by snow are called snow ghosts.
Frozen lakes waiting for spring.
The highest peak in the wilderness.
Cornices on the ridges looked like white waves.

Where are the wolverines?

1 comment:

  1. Breathtaking photos, Lynn. Thanks for posting! You sure have seen--and written so well about--beautiful places.


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