March 10 (1979, 1983, 1986, 1988) Glorious Sun. Intimate Fog. Dismal Storm.

“3/10/79 glorious sunny weather ~ it's been several months since we've had anything like this. everyone is happy. flocks of geese have been flying north. the other day ~ my birthday ~ i saw a flock with some smaller, white, birds tagging along. the geese were circling over the south slope of moody ridge to gain elevation in the thermal rising there and while the geese circled one way, the four or five white birds circled the other ~ surely this has some cosmic significance. the white birds may have been seagulls ~ the coyotes of the avian world ~ light and dark energy spiraling in invisible energy column ~ kundalini rising. another omen-ous event on my birthday ~ i went to visit neil and found him watching ‘lost horizons’...

[Russell Towle's journal]

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“3/10/83 ~ A foggy morning. Birds sing. Yesterday was warm ~ went to over 70° here at the cabin ~ the fog has a sort of maritime vibe, it's soft and warm, no wind, an intimate fog.

[Russell Towle's journal]

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“March 10, 1986 Another dismal storm rolls through, and keeps on threatening to snow right here on Moody Ridge. Yesterday I spent half the day getting my car unstuck, after having slid it off the road the night before trying to drive out through an inch of fresh hail. With no gravel on my little driveway, traction is limited. It was an amazingly involved process, extricating the Toyota; I had to jack it up, block under the wheels, to no avail, then jack it up more, and try to topple it off the jack in the right direction; hours and hours of muddy, strenuous work; then I turned to the firewood problem, (after moving a couple of wheelbarrow loads of gravel from the remains of the stockpile far away, down to the bad spot in the driveway); I cut down the stump of an oak that broke in the November snowstorm. It yielded fine wood, easily splittable (except that my splitting maul finally broke); and the cabin became warm, truly warm, for the first time in days.”

[Russell Towle's journal]

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“3/10/88 Morning;
just saw two golden eagles* playing, swooping upon one another, I raced out to the cliffs and watched, they dove right past me with an incredible rush of air, and pursued the canyon wall and their joy amid today's fresh northerlies out towards Lovers Leap, where I lost sight of them. One of them was immature enough to show white in the tail, so that I thought at first it was a bald eagle, but then I saw its head was dark, and also, better than ever before, saw the flash of gold that gives them their name around head and neck.”

[Russell Towle's journal]

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*More on Golden Eagles:

Wonderful videos of Golden Eagles (Aquila chrysaetos) in flight:
http://www.arkive.org/golden-eagle/aquila-chrysaetos/video-06a.html

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