Anyway, Just before leaving Aspen Creek, I decided to go on a very short hike up the forest road we took to get back to our camping spot. The afternoon before, Don and I were sitting around the campfire when we heard a tremendous crash, that echoed off the ridges surrounding the meadow. We knew instantly that a large tree had fallen, and we both instinctively looked toward our tent. A couple years before while camping in Texas, a large pine tree fell down and missed our tent by inches during a wicked thunderstorm. I even slept in our truck that night because the wind was so bad, and the next morning we found a rather large rip in our tent.
We had no idea that we were trapped back in the thick woods of Texas, until we had to run to town for supplies - Was kind of wondering why we hadn't seen any other campers drive back since the storm had hit......... As it was, during that camping trip we ended up calling the rangers to come and rescue us because 3 large trees had fallen during the storm and were totally blocking the road. A crew came back with a chainsaw and a mini-bulldozer, and quickly cleared the road. We were lucky in that we were camped within 1.5 miles of the ranger station, so it didn’t take them long to get to us with the heavy equipment.
So after hearing the crash Don decided to walk up the road to see if it was blocked, and came back and told me that we had lucked out because the tree missed the road by about 15 feet. He said it took several young aspens with it when it fell. Anyway, the next day my knee was feeling better, so I decided to take Cricket for one last walk through the Aspen Grove, before we had to pack up camp. Walking up the dirt road, I found the large tree that had fallen the afternoon before.
As I sat down on an old log that at one time blocked the road, a slight breeze came up. I turned my face into the wind and it was really rather soothing sitting there listening to the aspen leaves quaking in the wind. The whole grove was alive with excitement, and It was almost like they were talking to one another, sharing ancient secrets unknown to man. I suddenly became aware of the timelessness of the seasons and took comfort in knowing that even after I am long gone, this special place will still be here - Generations of baby chipmunks will play and forage among the rocky cliffs. And the elk will continue to come down from the mountain ridges to graze and frolic in the meadows. What a beautiful thought………..