READY – ON YOUR MARK – GET SET … VACATION!

Big Day Ahead

It’s the night before an important event: a big exam, a major presentation, your wedding. How do you calm your nerves in preparation for the big day?


Well I’ll be darned if this isn’t downright appropriate. Today is the day before an important event. Yes indeed, tomorrow Marilyn and Garry pack everything — or nearly everything — we own, into the car. Then drive north, north, north, north until we finally finish our journey in Jackman, Maine.

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Jackman is marked by the red thingy. Even though it doesn’t say Jackman. You’ll have to take my word for it.

Where you ask, is Jackman, Maine? I’m glad you asked that question. It isn’t on Google maps. Too small. It certainly is located near … well … nothing much, unless you count natural stuff like lakes, mountains, rivers, streams and …

Moose.

If Jackman isn’t moose central, than I don’t know what is. Last time we were there (three years ago) it was May. Not a particularly good time to see moose because they have babies with them and the weather is warming up. They aren’t especially frisky in warm weather. Moose like it cold. They aren’t comfortable until the thermometer dips into the 20s. That would be Fahrenheit. For you who live by Celsius (the world), that’s minus 7 and lower. In other words, cold.

Moose have thick hides and a goodly amount of fur. They are happiest while humans are bundled up, sitting by a fire with hot cocoa, complaining about the weather and dreaming of spring. That’s when out huge hoofed and antlered pals finally stop wishing someone would turn on the air-conditioning. Mind you, they lose a lot of weight in the winter because there’s not much to eat, but they chow down like there’s no tomorrow all through the spring, summer, and fall just so they’ll have fat to burn when the snow comes.

Photo: Wikipedia

Photo: Wikipedia

October is a special month for them. November too. Their hormones rage. Moose are horny (sorry about the pun). It’s rutting time in the great north land.

Horny moose are irritable, frustrated, and moody. Especially guy moose. All they want is a big furry lady moose to snuggle up to, make a few baby moose. Instead, they have to compete with other bulls who have the same idea. Then, there are annoying people like me and my camera. Who are those aggravating naked weasels flashing lights at them?

“I think,” says Bullwinkle, “I’m going to go crush one of those annoying critters, yes I am.”

This is why, although I want very much to get some fantastic pictures of the big guys, I have to admit that I might not. Moose are nocturnal. Not much into sunshine (too warm and bright, thank you very much). They come out mostly after sunset, which makes taking their picture more difficult … unless you use a big strobe. But big strobes are annoying under the best of circumstances. Not to mention I don’t actually own a big strobe, not since I gave up wedding photography long years ago.

Regardless, if I did, would I really want to flash my equipment in the face of an already grumpy 3,000 pound bull moose? After which he might decide to pound me into Marilyn jelly? I can’t even run any more, so he’d have a high old time taking care of me. I might not even get a chance to explain how I’m a blogger and my followers want moose pictures. He might prefer not to listen.

Moose can be quite unreasonable.

So tomorrow is a big day. It’s a five-hour drive if there is no traffic. We are taking the coastal road — Route 95 to Maine — than inland via Route 201. With pit stops for nature, lunch, and groceries. It will be a long day. We should get started on errand running now, but instead, here I am, writing and there’s Garry, on his computer doing exactly the same thing. With the dogs between us. Snoring.

But it’ll be fine. Just FINE I tell you! Maybe even finer than fine.

Jackman, here we come!

HOWLING AT THE MOON? ANOTHER ZERO RESPONSE DAILY PROMPT

Howling at the Moon? Today’s Daily Prompt is — again — not working. You’d think with all these apparently stubborn problems, they would give up and use the old coding with which no one ever had a problem, but they are like toddlers who want that particular cookie … even though there are none in the house and Mom doesn’t want to go shopping.

Never mind. Mediocre analogy.


Evil Squirrel of Evil Squirrel’s Nest felt this prompt needed a picture, so he created one for me. I think this little graphic vastly improves the entire post which was previously undistinguished.

Now … it’s ART!

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Howl at the Moon — “Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” — Allen GinsbergDo you follow Ginsberg’s advice — in your writing and/or in your everyday life?

If you actually know what this means, I invite you to explain it to me. I always rather liked Ginsburg as a poet, but I never thought he made much sense and I still don’t. I have never literally howled at the moon, though I have participated in a group howl with our dogs. If I howl alone, they will often chime in, each in his or her own key and it can be quite musical, if you like that kind of thing.

But I doubt that’s what this prompt is talking about. I don’t know what it says. That life should contain some madness? It does and I don’t have to do anything to partake. Life is insane without my help. Otherwise? Insane writing? I use (mostly) grammatical English, which isn’t particularly mad. Or crazy.

Inanity as another way of saying creative? Unique? Ginsburg always overstated everything.

Whatever this means, it doesn’t matter because it’s broken anyhow.

Check out Martha Kennedy’s response. I love it.

OCTOBER BY THE BLACKSTONE CANAL

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This section of the Blackstone Canal, where the river and the canal divide and run parallel for some miles downstream, is particularly beautiful.

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It’s beautiful in every season, but when the leaves are changing, it is awesome. Awe-inspiring.

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The colors are not as bright this year as they were last year. They seem to be peaking, yet many trees haven’t changed at all. An odd sort of Autumn. Perhaps we will get a second wave of color.

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THE ROCKY COAST OF GLOUCESTER

Cee’s Black & White Challenge: Rocks of Any Size

Many are the ships that met their doom on this rock-bound coastline. Cape Ann is famous for fishing and whaling, but equally famous for its shoals and storms. Still one of the stormiest, most dangerous areas of coastline in North America, if you are a shipwreck enthusiast, there are plenty of them around the waters off Gloucester.

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The fishing fleet is greatly reduced these days. George’s Banks were seriously over-fished and will need some decades to recover. The fleets have had to find new places to cast their nets.

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The huge fleet may be history, but the rocks are eternal.

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