We have friends with a camp in the Maine wilderness north of Bangor. The camp is “beyond the grid” in the “tableland” before “Ktaadn,” near the path of Thoreau as reported in his essays about The Maine Woods. When we pass bogs like this, I like to think I am back in 1846 and looking at sights he would have seen. I consider it progress if it looked like this back then.

After spending twenty minutes watching the pair of beavers (see my earlier posts), one of them went underwater and surfaced right next to me. We stared at each other until I gave up!

The pair of beavers that came to see what I was up to last week.

Last week during a late afternoon visit to the far bog, we found two of the beavers patrolling around their den. Here is the first one investigating my presence.