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Management
Well, I just read your post and love love loved it.
I spent many many hours as a youngster painting corral fencing on a ranch. Lately I have been removing fence out at my property near Flagstaff.
The acreage was double barbed wire fence with electric wire above it, then it had almost one acre fenced with a 6′ tall “elk” fence. I have removed almost all of it, leaving only corner posts for visual reminders of the property layout. I’m sure the prior owner would choke when they thought of the money they spent on fences and that I tore down. Why would anyone trash what so accurately & expensively defined their holdings?
Then there were the cages. The former owner planted trees and bushes that the elk love to nibble on. So they too were “fenced” in with silly mini cage fences. I never understood why they would plant something that needed cages. It wasn’t that once they were established you could take the cages off. Several trees have overgrown their circular cage and get topped by a hungry elk in drier times.
I see houses going up, people and more people moving in. I see almost all of them feeling the need to “define” their little square. Do they even think of the wildlife?
I have seen a coyote and a skunk climb right over a 6′ elk fence, and elk grazing inside the fence, too. It’s my opinion that if an animal can see what’s on the other side, they will get that meal, could be a garden, could be your pet. So much for money well spent.
I have really enjoyed those fences, especially when I am removing them and hope that others will see my example and follow suit. It really makes me feel I am giving something back to the critters. If an elk gets a belly full of lilac and the plant is never to return, so be it.
We choose to live out in the wilder part of Flagstaff, so why not embrace it?
Well, Those are my thoughts, thanks for for the good work , keep it up sir.
I love your blog. It is thoughtful and beautiful. Makes me remember all the trips we took together and the wonderful conversations, hikes, food, and adventures.
I said something about fighting in the back seat with BOB and Little BOB, and seeing your blog makes it all worth while.
You have found a way to continue using your photography by pairing it with your prose.
Reading it is like taking a mini trip into the wilds all over again. Thank you for giving me a good escape.
Thanks for the post, I finally got around to viewing the photos and text. They inspired me to recall a trip several years ago which included driving up Rock Creek, west of Red Lodge. It was early enough that the creek was still roaring from the snow melt. It was a powerful experience.
Vic! This is really beautiful! I really enjoyed reading your writing, and of course the photographs too. Thank you for sharing it. I’m curious about the location of the photo “Dirt Entrance”? [Parker Lake Road]
I’m wondering if you would be open to me passing this along to our social media folks to share on the Committee’s[MonoLakeCommittee] Facebook and Twitter feeds?
I can’t wait to read more,
Arya
I recognize many of the fences in your fotos and loved the narrative! Thanks,
Vic – Awesome images and text. Makes me feel like I am right there. My only emotion is: “I wanna go!” Thank you, WR
Great geologic descriptions in there! I love the plate stuff…. Thank you,
Gorgeous photos. I will see some of those places in just a few weeks. Can’t wait!
I hope that your trip is memorable. Keep us posted.