There and back again

Last run to collect Younger Son's impedimentia from New Hampshire.  Now that I have the route down pat, with standard stops in the turnpike and all, I won't need to know it any more.  This metaphor can apply more widely...

No moose corpses this time.  Most of the identifiable remains along the road were porcupines.

Family of wild turkeys browsing in the grass, two adults and five or six poults at about small grouse size.