279/365: rocco with camping gear
Rocco was parked by the growing pile of gear the night before our annual camping trip to Crex Meadows. He clearly knew something was afoot and, whatever it was, he wanted IN.
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“They’re coming!” Sawyer exclaimed. And they were. Thousands of sandhill cranes rising up from the marsh, soaring over our tent cloaked with the golden light of morning. We nearly blew away during the night. But at some point in our dreamtime, the fierce winds gave way to a sky full of diamonds and the kind of calm that can only be known after a storm.
crex meadow sunrise