Were you to live three thousand years, or even countless multitudes of that, keep in mind that no one ever loses a life other than the one they are living, and no one ever lives a life other than the one they are losing. The longest and the shortest life, then, amount to the same, for the present moment lasts the same for all and is all anyone possesses. No one can lose either the past or the future, for how can one be deprived of what’s not theirs?Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 2.14
It was the first day of 2018, January 1. A big snow had fallen two days before and we struggled to get up the North Fork Road to find a place to shoot skeet. It was already getting dark when we made our way south, back to Columbia Falls. As usually I was driving way too fast and just happened to see something on the east bank of the North Fork. As the ABS engaged we slid to a stop and quickly reversed. Turns out I didn’t need to rush, they were two Moose who had just crossed the river. In fact, at first we thought there was just one but then the other stepped out from behind the first. They were still for many minutes. I imagine they waited for the chill of the freezing water to fade away from their numb legs. Then, slowly they moved into Glacier National Park.
It started to snow this weekend though the backcountry has been covered for a few weeks. I can only imagine the slow hardship that winter is on animals. It’s a silent death, or a narrow survival.