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Team: South
Jacob MacLeod
Sunday, August 11
Snow Lake
I had a very cool experience, in another beautiful place. Snow Lake was the first place we were allowed to have a fire, so we all sat around for a long time, soaking up the warmth. I was the last to retire, but I just couldnít fall asleep, so I decided to take a walk down to the lake. After stumbling around in the dark, I finally made it to the shore, which was hard to see because there was a foot of mist blanketing the lake. It was a perfectly still, clear night with about a billion stars everywhere I looked. We had a few such nights that fortunately coincided with the perseid meteor shower, so we were not wanting for shooting stars. So there I was, in the cool, still air, crouching on the shore of this lovely, spectral lake, illuminated by the waxy rays of our galaxy, when I heard a strange noise over the water. I couldnít place it at first, then realized it must be bats out catching insects over the water. I turned my headlamp on, and sure enough there they were, only there were about ten times as many bats as I expected! All flitting about, scant inches above the surface, some flying close enough for me to grab, had I wanted to. It was fascinating to see so many where a couple of hours before, there were only a few mergansers on the water. It was a magical moment.

To top it off, I talked to a mystery owl that had called the night before. Its call was unlike any I was familiar with, or were described in Petersons, but that didnít lessen my appreciation of the encounter at all, only added a note of mysticism. We hooted at each other a few times, from across the lake, with long, eerie silences between statements. Our calls were neither questions nor answers, just pure spontaneous expression, like a duel of haikus. Such moments of connection with nature are so hard to come by in the East, and would be entirely too difficult to experience without public land. He then flew as silently as only a stryx can do into the woods, hooted once more, and was silent.

for Sunday, August 11
North South Both




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Team: South
Jacob MacLeod
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List of All Journal Entries
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Saturday, September 28
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National Public Lands Day
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Friday, September 27
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Together Again!!
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Thursday, September 26
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Our Last Full Day
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Sunday, September 22
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Letter to My Family
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Thursday, September 5
Jacob MacLeod
My Bird List for the Trek
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Sunday, August 18
Jacob MacLeod
I Got It!!
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Thursday, August 15
Jacob MacLeod
Exelsior
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Monday, August 12
Jacob MacLeod
The Lesson at Eagle Peak
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Sunday, August 11
Jacob MacLeod
Snow Lake
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Thursday, August 8
Jacob MacLeod
"Attack of the Nine-Million Flies!"
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Sunday, August 4
Jacob MacLeod
Backpacking at Last
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Friday, August 2
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El Paso and Back
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Thursday, August 1
Jacob MacLeod
A Rocky Place
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Wednesday, July 31
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Day 1 Highlight
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Wednesday, July 31
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The Trek Begins
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Tuesday, July 30
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To the Mexican Border
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Sunday, July 28
Jacob MacLeod
Training Week
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