Music From Martis Meadow
The music of Martis Meadow rustles in autumn. It’s muffled in winter, gurgling in springtime and etched by passing vehicles in summer. It’s the rustling I like best.
Tania Junes was there yesterday, to listen to the rustling and send back these images.
- Martis Creek Meadow (5,925′) – Patchy (10-50%)