It's basically dark, but light enough to not need a flashlight. The stars have faded from above and the sky is that deep blue that tells you sunlight is coming soon. The air is cold, although it's warmer than it should be this late in the fall and we can not even see the foggy exhales of our breathe. We start walking and the dry leaves crackle under our feet.
"Look!" A bright star is gliding across the clear sky. It's bright like a planet. I think, "It might be a plane," but it's not blinking. It's the International Space Station! Even though the stars are gone, the sunlight reflecting off its solar panels still allows it to be seen from its 'close' distance of 250 miles above us. We pause to watch it make its way to the east, disappearing into the brightening glow of the sunrise.
I've gotten back into archery hunting this fall and it's for moments like these, not for the "thrill of the kill." Being outside, no matter the excuse, leads to memories I would not have experienced otherwise. Although it was a forgettable hunting season in terms of seeing, and possibly shooting an elk, it was a great season of hunting new memories.
One day, I saw a family of ruffled grouse, one mother and six young, walking their way across a high alpine meadow.
I would have missed the aspens at their peak golden color this year, had I not been out crunching through the leaves, tracking elk.
My brother-in-law and I deepened our friendship as we found a new way to share time together and our love of being outdoors. It's an easy friendship now and we travel well together.
One evening, we had to walk two miles in the dark to get back to the truck, because night came a little faster than we expected and we were further up on the mountain than we thought. It was so dark but the forest was so new and exciting as we used new senses to explore where we had already travelled earlier in the day.
The stars at 4AM are so bright, it's a shame to turn on the headlamp to start a hunt. Each constellation is crystal clear and the Milky Way is visible, sprayed from horizon to horizon.
It's quiet; especially at night. Not silent, but the noises are natural. Like wind through pine needles, the howl of a coyote, the drip of rain.
I'm almost glad we went the entire season without a kill, because I would have missed so many other things that fill up my memory bucket, if we had been 'successful' hunters on the first day.