We took the woods trail this morning on our walk, it is about a quarter of a mile through a diversely mixed woods, which includes some very large hemlocks which are reproducing well. A few walkers and their dogs, and some deer, have packed it down so it is passable. It was very quiet there, the only intrusion being the roar of the wind sled taking off (not).
This is dog sled race weekend, with the Musher’s Dinner tonight at the Pavilion. I don’t know how much I will take in this year, as I am trying to get the house cleaned, dishes washed, etc., so Joan doesn’t turn around on Sunday and flee back to Denver.
Thoreau is not yet back on the shelf, but has been joined on the couch by Walt Whitman, his poet contemporary. Good grief, will Emerson be accompanying them next? Humboldt sits unopened as yet.
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