Busy Weekend

     On Friday, at the usual Friday afternoon Happy Hour, Debra, the campground manager, had a presentation to make. You recall, a couple of blogs ago, I reported the capture of the villainous guinea rooster, and it's transfer to the local constabulary. We decided that it was appropriate to recognize the "great white hunter" that made the capture.

     Richard was presented with a pin that said, "I gave the bird to a cop".

     On Saturday morning we headed south for our 61st and probably last high school reunion. One happy coincidence was that we were able to stop in Richmond, ME to pick up another member of the class of '56 that was visiting her daughter there. We are running out of the few folks in Athol, MA that can host the affair. For the past several years the burden has fallen on the Careys, but more help is needed. Here's our hard working hostess, Claire, in their most accommodating back yard.

     Since it obviously would have been too much to drive back to Maine on Saturday night, Durelle and I spent the night with my sister, Marian. There were posts several years ago with pictures of the expansive, and ideally located, log home they are building. The views and the local wildlife are not what one would expect to find in Massachusetts. Here's a collection of shots from the deck. They are pretty self-explanatory, so there aren't many captions.

     Notice the retro-reflectivity from the eye of a gray fox.

Morning fog in the valleys.

     The bears are so common that their house cat and the bears seem to get along just fine. Below is a shot of the cat stalking the bear.