I went out to a favorite meadow last night. The trailhead is clearly marked and pretty easy to get to, but almost no one goes there, probably because if you follow it clear to the end, takes you further and further into the middle of nowhere. Last night, however a woman pulled up and said she was going for a hike and when I first saw her rig I was perturbed that someone would dare hike my trail, but then I saw who it was and she's nice as heck so we exchanged pleasantries and I went on my way and she went hers. I didn't go far, just down the trail and then around the corner. The plan was simple: Sit there awhile and see what would happen, which is a course of action I take more and more often — because it works. On this evening a northern harrier was making sweeping runs across the grass, hunting voles. It pretty much stayed too far out for a photo, but about every half hour it would get just close enough for a decent picture. Not a bad way to blow a couple of hours in Glacier Park.