"When he tried his eyes on the lake ospreys
would fall like valkyries
choosing the cut-throat
He took then to waiting
till the night smoke rose from the boil of the sunset
But the moon carved unknown totems
out of the lakeshore
owls in the beardusky woods derided him
moosehorned cedars circled his swamps and tossed
their antlers up to the stars
then he knew though the mountain slept the winds
were shaping its peak to an arrowhead
And now he could only
bar himself in and wait
for the great flint to come singing into his heart"
by Earle Birney
From the top, Nina, Shaun and Whateley in their run.
By day three we noted that what we believe was a bear had stuck
it's head through the chain link. Luckily we were all in bed.
We did reinforce the run, which was constructed with just this type
of event in mind and a trail camera showed no sign that bear returned to
"The hounds laid dew-laps on the ground,
With needles of pine sweet, soft and rusty--
Dream'd of the dead stag stout and lusty;
A bat by the red flames wove its round.
The darkness built its wigwam walls
Close round the camp, and at its curtain
Press'd shapes, thin woven and uncertain,
As white locks of tall waterfalls."
from Said the Canoe ( an old favorite )
by Isabella Valancy Crawford