You may expect rural denizens to ramble on concerning the usual touchstones of bucolic bliss the fresh air and available areas.

City vs. Country Virtues

Sid Marty contends for rural life

But another prized commodity, found in rural life as nowhere else, is darkness.

Real darkness, along with quiet, is praised by insomniac urban visitors to our ranchette close to the Crowsnest Pass. They marvel exactly how well they sleep here, and so they rise desperate to help put up firew d (within my goals). It’s maybe not that the nights are devoid of sound; they’re usually punctuated by the wail of coyotes, the dulcet phone calls of the great owl that is horned the lustful moaning of a neighbour’s bull. The effect, for a dark winter’s night while cuddled under a warm duvet, is a type of hillbilly lullaby. There are exceptions; those evenings if the chin k wind comes calling, “wh pin’” at about 100k and “whuppin’” at about 130. It doesn’t keep us awake for long, nonetheless it makes some guests within the bunkhouse a bit stressed, also once I show them the metal cables We installed to help keep it from blowing over.

“ I have been one knowledgeable about the night”—but never as a metaphor for depres-sion as in the Robert Frost poem; more as a blanket that is friendly the stars peer through. And when the m n arrives, no streetlights reduce its splendour.

You might protest that metropolitan evenings feature youth gangs and drunks that are noisy the streets, thus the need for streetlights. True, but we do have hazards that are nocturnal, such as for instance wandering porcupines and skunks laying in delay to mug you, and a few days ago a grizzly bear crossed the hill behind my writing shack and wandered over our home. I missed making their acquaintance by about two mins. Most of Alberta’s murderfauna that are charismatic well represented right here. Continue reading