CHARIOTS OF FIRE
THE SUGAR SHACK'S WAITIN'
NO FIRE AT THE COOK TENT
THANKS, JIM!Sunday, 8:15 AM. 27 degrees, wind WSW, calm. The channel has alternating bands of ice and open water. The sky is mostly cloudy. The barometer predicts snow. It was a spectacular dawn, the horizon a cacophony of colors, capped by red-pink clouds, a veritable phalanx of heavenly “chariots of fire.”
Yesterday afternoon being warm and sunny, Lucky and I went out to the Larsen place to start breaking a trail to the sugar shack, in anticipation of the sugaring season. When we got there we found that their neighbor Jim had already made trails with his snowmobile, so we had a nice outing without straining old muscles and joints. There were lots of rabbit, squirrel and raven tracks, and a few coyote tracks, but only one identifiable deer track.
Lucky has never really gotten the hang of snowshoeing, so he pretty much stayed on the trail, except when he just had to investigate a fresh track, at which time he would tumble head first into the deep snow, flounder about, and finally extricate himself in a most undignified manner.
Let's all do what we can for Haiti, and Pat Robertson's mother should wash his mouth out with soap.
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