| Music | October 20, 2002 | Archives |
Fall color is impossible to capture. It's always hillsides, vistas that give you the big swoop of color, but when you take a photo, there is a mist between you and the hill that your brain must have filtered out when you saw it. And the fine slant of light that turns up the wick on the foliage-as-lampshade just looks like shadows in the photo.
Last weekend we packed up Scout and Wing and our sleeping bags and drove up 201 almost to the Canadian border and stayed overnight at an isolated camp on Jones Pond. Those of you who have gone to Quebec from here have taken that route and you can imagine how beautiful it was in fall colors. We saw moose and deer and read by lamplight. Sunday morning our hosts Sam cooked fried eggs on the wood stove in a well seasoned iron skillet that my Aunt Emily would have approved of. We were just finishing breakfast when we noticed that the dogs had pulled something out of a cabin and were eating it. It was D-Con, and that began our doggie first aid drill. Sam, out host, put us all in the truck, and we wound our way out the dirt roads and down to Jackman. We were not in cell phone land. A small clinic was able to sell us some vials of Vitamin K and syringes. Did you know you can make a dog throw up by making it drink hydrogen peroxide? We left camp a day early to get more Vitamin K. The pups are fine.
That brief holiday was a comma in the long rambling sentence that work has been. A demo on Friday went well. |