Lynx tracks prance along the Yukon River. This time of year their curiously wondering all over the place. They have their own little free spirit dance. One second their jumping between washed up logs. The next their rolling themselves in the snow beside a large rock. It's neat to see. All summer long you go absent mindedly unaware of the animals that walked before you. But with this new fresh fallen snow every single paw print made before your footstep tells the story of the actions that took place just a day or two prior to your appearance. Lynx, fox, and otter are my favorite. They're the most playful of them all and have no real rythem to their step. I love that. The way they live their entire lives just as free as can be, without barely a care in the world. Their tracks leave a story for me to read, in solumn entertainment with silence of the trees.
