Saturday, September 12, 2015


Where did the summer go?  Camp is so quiet we heard wolves howl last night.  The bears are moving in to take over their turf and…

 …the aspen leaves are turning to gold coins.

 I finally had time to learn how to drive a four-wheeler.  We took a little spin down a forest service road to a nearby creek the other evening after we helped paint some doors and close up cabins.

If DH was holding a pitch fork here we could stand in for a new version of American Gothic.

 Our son-in-law, along with our daughter and grandson, came to help us haul out our camp trailer before it gets so cold things start freezing up.  We live close enough we can come back to camp a few more times to help with the final winterizing.

 Our home away from home moves off out of the forest…

 …and down farm roads to spend the winter sitting in our back yard.  If things go as planned we’ll get to spend next summer with another collection of campers.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015


No matter how we try to hang on to the last golden days of summer, the chill of autumn warns us we need to get ready for cold weather.

Squirrels at camp are working overtime to gather every pine cone they can lay their paws on.  Well, not every pine cone.  Each one has to be carefully examined to make sure it is just right.

 This one certainly measures up to squirrel specifications.

 We’ve watched their frenzied gathering as we’ve gone about our own preparations to help winterize camp.

 Where are all these pine cones being stashed?

 We found bushels of them stockpiled in the wood shed. Now you know where the term, “squirrelled away” comes from.

 And the squirrels aren’t stopping any time soon.  This may be a sign of a hard winter ahead.

 I was told about this deposit made not far from our camp trailer.  I put down a roll of packing tape here to give an idea of the size of the thing.  It's bear scat.  This critter hasn’t been scarfing down pic-a-nic baskets.  He’s been dining on gobs of berries, and then leaving the seeds in a new place with plenty of fertilizer.

 Too much fiber can cause the squits.  Our bear visitor didn’t make it to the porta potties.

 We’ve spent all summer warning campers about bears.  They were here first and they’re no joke.  As much as we’ve loved our summer in the woods, I’m looking forward to returning to civilization.