Thaw

[jhetley]

Yet another day above freezing with the sun glowing down its March smile. Or some such phrasing. We seem to be heading into Mud Season, with gunk flowing down the gutters and the roads turning into buffalo wallows. No corpses thawing out of snowbanks yet (not that I've heard of, anyway) though that does occur every few years. I doubt if we'll jump overnight from winter to spring this year, though. Some years, I've skied one weekend and bicycled the next.

Meanwhile, I have The Shrew, Beowulf, The Brat, and Grendel's Mother all in one room staring at each other. This could get interesting.

Comments

[wcg.livejournal.com]

roads turning into buffalo wallows

I didn't know you had buffalo in Maine.

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

Shy. They hide out in the woods along with the tree-squeak and the fili-loo bird. Lots of woods in Maine....

(Actually, I believe we had the local iteration of bison, back in early colonial days. Also used to have woodland caribou, namesake of Caribou Bog adjacent to one of my ski routes.)

[wcg.livejournal.com]

There's a spoof of a Peterson's Field Guide in here somewhere. Maybe you could write up a quick prospectus and send it to the folks at The Onion?

[edschweppe.livejournal.com]

I didn't know you had buffalo in Maine.
Just a bit north of Portage, actually, and twenty-some-odd miles northeast of Presque Isle:
Buffalo, ME (courtesy of MapQuest)

Maine's one of those wonderful states that has more than a bit of everything.

[wcg.livejournal.com]

Do you have red-headed double-breasted mattress thrashers?

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

Not speaking from personal research, but yes....

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

Hate to disappoint you, but I've been through there (on the way to a project in Fort Kent) and there is no there there. Not even a wide section of highway. There may have been a there there once, back once upon a time....