― The Private Journal of Henri Frederic Amiel
The woods by where my mom and Terry now live - the woods that I decided were mine when we started visiting my then-to-be-stepdad's cabin when I was in the third grade - are the place that I consider to be my home in my heart.
Despite this being home, and despite discovering piliated woodpeckers, coyotes, and even moose tracks in recent years, I had never seen a fox here until last Christmas. I had never seen a bear (although I had heard one) until last June. And I had never seen signs of a wolf until today.
My goal, when walking, was to not become a sheep!
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| For context, my boot is a size 9.5. |
My eyes were more on the ground to see what else had passed this way before me (answer: smaller deer, shrews, rabbits, birds, mice, squirrels, coyotes, and foxes) and scanning to make sure I wasn't being followed, rather than taking in the full breadth of the scenery, but I still managed to see some of the beauty around me.
I was having some problems uploading videos which are cooler than the photos that follow because you can hear the wind in the trees, which is pretty much my favorite sound. You can find them here, though:
McDermott video #1
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| Best if you click on this. |
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| Road headed back toward the house. A truck had come through where I was walking, but thankfully it was after I had stopped to go to the bathroom right out in the open... |
You can burn all my mail and disconnect my phone...
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