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Show 21 Stands of lodgepole are so thick that if a tree dies, it may never fall to the ground - it catches in the branches of the trees surrounding it to lean at an odd angle for years. In the lodgepole forest in autumn, bull elk rip the silence viith their eerie bugle-like bellowing. Grizzlies lumber along a clearing or stand viith their broad necks stretched to sniff the air. Woodpeckers rattle the tops of trees while flocks of Canada geese fly their arrowhead formations high overhead. The beauty of the Yellowstone autumn filled all of Janey's senses. By evening they had reached the first stop on their route, a cabin named Harebell. After they unloaded the pack horse, Jerry showed Janey how to picket the animals» One end of a rope is tied around a foreleg and the other end fastened to a stake in the ground, allowing the horse to walk in a circle to graze. Unless it vias picketed, the horse would trot off toward home during the night. Once the animals had been cared for, Janey had a chance to look inside the cabin. The first thing she noticed vias bedding hanging from the ceiling. "What are those blankets doing up there?" she asked. "They're up there because if they viere left stacked on the beds, mice would nest in them," Jerry told her. "We have enough trouble with mice without having to shake them out of our blankets." As they unpacked the food, Janey could see that the whole cabin had been mouse-proofed. All the food except the canned goods and the perishables was stored inside a tight metal cabinet. Beneath a trapdoor |