Dense fog and moisture in the air, dewy wetness on all things still green and those turning color too.Rusting leafy foliage falling away baring their now stark treed host. Dried corn plants shuffling their crinkly leaves await the harvesters blade and the pale early morning sky fuzzy misted over as the sun begins to burn through with a cool and bright effort. And pumpkins dotting this or that field or ornamenting this or that farmer stand or door steps.
Yup, it’s fallish out there folks.
And I’ve got a hankerin’ to be out there, to spend time in the thinning woods. Where green turns to rust and mushrooms show themselves off against the leaf littered forest floor, some pretty, some ugly and all of them fascinating.
Yesterday I gave in to that hankering and hunkered down the evening before to prepare my daypack for a short day trip into the local deciduous woods. The air felt fresher, the temperatures chillier and my step quicker so as to generate a bit more body temperature even though my wool mix hoodie kept me snug and warm.
It being a Saturday morning, the forest lanes and roadways (this is Germany and the woods are crisscrossed with ‘Waldwege’) were empty. I had the place mostly to myself. And as I often do, I wondered where the wild boars were. But most of all I was anticipating my first cup of outside coffee.
If you’ve ever made a delicious cup of hot coffee outside you may know the pleasure I speak of. No, not a cup of instant crap but the real ma-coy, boiling water poured into a coffee filter over a large cup. The result a brew so good that it nearly blends into the surrounding beauty. Ah ok, so the heady scent of a freshly brewed cup of java out there is kinda out of place as it were but it does the body good. If you prefer a good hot cup of tea would also do the trick I suppose but coffee is my choice for moments like that.
I spent some time looking around and gathering a bit of firewood, smallish bits and processed them into suitable sizes to accommodate my Bush Boxmulti fuel pocket stoves’ small size and then set to building the fire that would boil the water that would release the intense flavored coffee into my cup and then my mouth. It took a little while but the time spent doing the work was well worth the efforts.
By the time my cup was filled, the sun had begun to shine on the spot I’d selected for the coffee ritual.
There are a wide variety of trees in Canada, tall, short, wide, skinny, and mostly green. I’d hazard a guess that there are Brazilions of them. More than I could count. Hell, I can’t even remember how many I personally stuffed into mother earths’ skin the summer I tree planted. The west is generally green all year round, what with all those evergreen trees congregating in dense groups called forests or woods. If you’re looking for the pretty colorful Canadian fall calendar type scenics, you will find it more in the central to the eastern regions of this land.
However many trees types that make up our countries lumber supply littering this contries’ garden wildernesses, national parks, provincial parks and city parks as permanent shade givers and landscape features, there is a place where those suckers simply don’t grow well or at all.
Separating the bit of Canada with lots of trees and the bit without is something called the ‘Tree Line’; see the squiggly green line on the graphic for visual aid.
It might all be north as far as you’re concerned or south depending on where you are reading this from right now, but if you’re north of that line, you’ll know it because you can’t climb the shrubbery excuses that pass for trees up there. It’s the frosty cold grip of the climate up there that tends to be a tree killer because it freezes the tree sap, zapping them to death with the freezer effect.
There also are other types of tree lines, but I wanted to draw your attention to this green one in particular.