Saturday, November 01, 2008
We drove up to Mountain Village today. The gondola is closed until ski season. The place was deserted. As we were driving out I said, "There's not even a coyote around", and just then we saw this one. An instant later it pounced on the ground, probably after a vole, a coyote's pop-tart.
Yesterday on our hike we saw nine bear poops. It was a gray spooky sky and a hidden trail beside a canyon stream which gave it all a Halloween feeling, but no bear seen. We're not scaed of black bears, except we don't know how Molly would react. If this were grizzly country, we would have been out of there!
Fourteen wild turkeys have been passing by our house single file each day for the last couple, such a treat to see, such a vulnerable way for them to travel.
I was sad to read of Studs Turkel's death. A great journalist and writer. His book "Working", a collection of interviews of all sorts of people talking about the work they did, was full of depth and compassion. I saw him at a book reading on Telegraph Ave in Berkeley in the 70's. An old Chicago newspaper guy-- a lot of very talented writers got their starts in the Chicago rags. Ever read Ben Hecht's "Child of the Century"? A great autobiography.