After our escape from North Hero - we are in a delightful quiet state park in the northeast kingdom of Vermont. Things are looking up - still buggy but not horrible and we have a campers beach just down the hill to swim in. Still hot and humid, but not quite so oppressive as all that and certainly far superior to Boston weather this week.
And I thought I should include a photo of the new tent. We have a screened in porch and everything. The jury's still out on the tent though. It's heavy. It's harder to put up and it's also got that stupid awning rain fly pole that kept breaking in the other tent. But if we ever need a mosquito escape that would be the one big positive in my book.
We took a walk on the park "hiking" trails to visit the bog and hope for a look at Mr. Moose but other than toads and frogs - alas no wildlife for us. And although it was a pleasant enough walk in the woods, I cannot by any stretch of the imagination call it a hike. We can hear the loons tho- all hours of day and night that haunting lonely call. I wonder why they call? And call so frequently? Is it because they like the sounds of their voices or because they want other loons to know they're around? If a loon called in an empty forest - would it still make a sound?
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