The cry of the wolves
It is already light when I open my eyes. I leave our tent and look up to the mountains around our camp, before I go to the silent spot. I feel the nature and become calmer. But this quiet does not last long because an unfamiliar sound disturbs me. A crack in the forest, that probably came from the wind. I don’t know exactly, though, and the constant strange sound really makes me nervous. Prepared for anything, I turn around to face the direction from which the sound is coming. It’s Lina – she has the hiccups.
I grab the fishing rod and try to catch something, and am rewarded with a 40-centimeter long rainbow trout. My smile betrays my joy.
After a project planning session in the morning, I go with my project group “Forest Dump” along with Charlotte to plot out a 25 by 25 meter area pf the forest, in preparation of tomorrow’s measuring. I fight through the thickets in order to connect the four corners with straight lines – which sounds easy but is not at all. It is a mix of a lot of fun and a lot of work.
Back in the camp, at the campfire – the breathlessly beautiful evening sun is setting – we start a stick bread competition. In the middle of it we are interrupted because Charlotte hears the cry of wolves. With our hearts beating loudly, we quietly move over to Gudrun, our wolf expert from Austria, who can perfectly imitate that sound. Afterwards, the wolves answer: howling that gives me goose-bumps. According to the volume it seems they are on a sand bank perhaps 100 meters away from our camp. I am totally fascinated, I feel a certain expectation in the air – I can’t believe what I am hearing, it is too beautiful. It is a great feeling to know that there are wolves around us. But today we can’t see them any more – they discovered us first and checked us out. But perhaps with some luck we will see them another day. Let’s wait and see.
SMS from Canada:
Tobi #1 Silent spot – caught 3 fish – project planning – setting up the virgin forest plots we will examine – swimming – stick bread
#2 – at the campfire – Kai is going crazy – wolf howling
Translated by Pilar Wolfsteller
Photos: © Wilderness International, Sami Fayed