(Pictures and some sparse words I scribbled down while we were there....some of which actually match up with the pictures I took, but most of which don't....click to make 'em bigger.)
Wind roaring-rolling up and down the hills through the trees.
Moe trying to catch little sparks from the fire.
Slightly creepy being out alone in the woods.
Not a darned thing to do but go for a walk in the woods (and throw sticks, which Moe discovered for the first time).
Two dogs crashed out (sometimes before 9 a.m.).
Thin, blinding November sunlight.
Coyotes barking outside. I wonder if Moe and Porter would know how to talk to them.
Wee critters in the woods that make the leaves rustle.
So much quiet--hard to be without the gizmos and noises and constant entertainment.