“A journey is best measured in friends rather than miles” Tim Cahill
But First, Bird Watching on Two Rivers Trail
“Hey! Did you see that big bird with silver wings and a red tail?” asked Jack Rensel, whom I know is as old as this wondering wanderer, but whom looked as young as ever and was still carrying his birding scope and tripod over his shoulders as we walked the Two Rivers Trail early this morning.
“You mean the Southwest bird,” someone quickly jibed.
It felt ever so good to be back among my old bird-watching friends after a year’s absence. Jack and Keith Evans, whom I also got to see this morning at the bird-walk breakfast, were my mentors and my reference sources back when I was writing a birding column for the Ogden newspaper.
It’s a good thing one or the other of them was always available, as I was a novice birder at the time and hated making a fool of myself in print.
My birding skills have improved since those days, and so has Ogden’s trail system.
Good for me and good for Ogden. The city has grown since I left it eight years ago, but the Wasatch Chapter of birders that I left behind hasn’t changed at all. It’s still the best Audubon group I’ve ever had the privilege of birding with.
I hated to leave this group of awesome birders early, but I had miles to go before I could sleep. I’ll tell you a bit about those miles tomorrow.
Book Report: Travels with Maggie is now up to 44,916 words. Still inching along like a snail.
Bean’s Pat Cliffy http://tinyurl.com/8e4ghhd Today’s arm-chair travel blog made it to the top of my list today simply because it looks like an intriguing place to sit and drink a Jack and Coke. Should I put it on my ever-growing to-do list?