in the woods, sometimes you can hear elk talking to each other. It’s called bugling, but it doesn’t sound like that at all. It’s more like bagpipes, or music, really, when they call back and forth across the hillsides.
The moon is nearly full and the nights are still warm and we’re taking a break from cleaning and unpacking and we’re heading out into the woods to listen to the elk. If I don’t write for a bit, you’ll know why.