Exactly a year ago, we were up north beyond the humans, the networks, and the plagues. This is the Madagascal stream in Grand Falls township; it is Maine beyond the grid. You can see Kayla, the I-don’t-know-how-to-canoe dog in the foreground- this is right about the time we took her out for a three-minute canoe ride. Staying in the middle of the canoe is not her strength. Trying to take my paddle away from me (it is a great stick, she loves to play “stick”!) is bad seagirlship.

We went over to the Beaver bog this morning after being away for a week or so. The crisp morning revealed an amazing Fall-like vision. The ”bog” is now a pond, of course, due to the rebuilding of the dam at the outlet stream by the latest tribe of beavers.