Over spring break, seven Chrysalis
students left Eureka for a weekend trip to the Rocky Mountain Front. ‘The
front’ as locals call it, is the place in our state where the mountains meet
the plains. To the west, snowstorms brew high in the foreboding Rockies, to the
east, golden fields and blue sky stretch into eternity. Out here, you can tell
why they call it big sky country. Below are reflections by one of our adventure
staff who planned the trip:
Reflections
on the Freeze Out Lake Migration Trip
We drive by Glacier Park, up and
over Marias pass, then south until we pull in to our destination, Freezout Lake
Wildlife Management Area. We are here to
witness the white goose migration from Southern California where they winter to
the Canadian Arctic where the breed. Nearly a million geese live in the pacific
flyway, and a majority of them stop at Freezout Lake during the spring
migration. For most of these birds, Freezout is the only place they will stop
to rest and refuel on their journey north.
We spend the weekend on goose time.
We wake up at sunrise to see them simultaneously take flight and head for the nearby
barley fields where they will spend the day feeding. While the geese are at
lunch, we visit with the area’s biologist who tells us about the species in the
area.
The spring migration through
Freezout largely consists of white geese – snow geese and Ross’s geese.
Trumpeter swans and tundra swans also fly through in large numbers. In addition
to these birds, ducks, pelicans, seagulls, and songbirds all make a temporary
home here in the spring.
The students have many questions
for the biologist, and we spend much of the afternoon in his office, looking at
maps of the migration route and pictures of breeding habitat in northern Canada
and Russia.
We say goodbye to the biologist and
head back to our campsite. As the sun sets, flocks of geese begin to fly back to
the water where they will rest for the evening. With hundreds of birds to a
flock, it is easy to hear them coming and we all point and watch in awe as they
pass. We can hear and feel their wings swooshing against the wind.
We make dinner and get ready for
bed. The girls talk and giggle around the campfire where we roast marshmallows.
We climb into our tents and say goodnight. The cattails rustle in the balmy
evening and the geese on the water sing us to sleep.
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