The elk have started heading through our field to the Elk Reserve; they hole up there during the winter - free from hunters, snowmobilers and me - in the winter I can't get over there although in the summer I do plenty of riding there.
They come through our field and through our fences; I don't curse the broken fences like I do in the Spring. During the night until the early morning they come and I wait for them every year - it's one of the things I will truly miss about Granby.
They are dark shapes, shadowy on the snow. I open the window to our bedroom and Mike and I sit, at 2 in the morning, watching and listening to them. . They whistle and snort. They move through the snow and the night, hundreds of them for one or two weeks and then they disappear up into the Fraser Canyon for the winter.
This year, knowing this is my last, I force myself to stay up as long as possible. I want to commit this winter migration to memory; I know I will never see this again and I will miss this.
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