A few days after the 300th anniversary of Henry David Thoreau’s birth, we found ourselves in a canoe on mid-central Maine’s Madagascal stream. We were not far from the routes Thoreau took on his Maine wilderness trips. We were miles from electric power lines, roads, and civilized accommodations.
As we rounded a bend, we met a native of the area. I’d like to think his name is Henry.
Like visiting a favorite restaurant anytime during the year. The seasons can be different but one seems to have a good time no matter when you visit. The noname pond in the back woods near our house is like that.
On a warm July afternoon in a Maine bog, a frog awaits a thunderstorm
A west coast gull does a flyby last month during the Pacific Ocean leg of our cruise.
While switching engines at White Pass on the Alaska-Yukon Territory border in May, we were entertained by this visitor walking toward us on the snow.
I found later that this is probably a white-tailed ptarmigan or snow grouse?
Our turn-around point on the railroad tour north of Skagway, Alaska.
Heading north to Whitehorse in Canada’s Yukon Territory on the White Pass & Yukon Route railway out of Skagway, Alaska. The narrow gauge rail follows the route used by gold rushers in the late 1890s.
A family of mallards chose to skoot away from us when we came upon them in an inlet on a nearby pond.
Ever get the feeling that someone is looking at you? We came upon this barred owl on our local trail. We spotted him ahead of us flying from the ground up to this tree branch. He then sat there until we got too close and he flew off.
Heading north from Skagway, Alaska, toward Whitehorse, Yukon province on the White Pass & Yukon railroad.
