I’m an incredibly lucky guy. Twenty-five years ago, this lovely woman cast her lot with mine and it’s been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. To celebrate the occasion, we traveled to Acadia National Park this past weekend and spent a few days there… hiking, sightseeing, critter-watching, playing in the rain, taking photographs, and sampling their culinary delights. It was a glorious anniversary gift to one another and one I’ll always remember.
This was taken a year after we brought Nala home for the first time; she’s six-years old in this image and a full-on sour puss. She was a legitimate rescue, and so mean and angry that they essentially gave us money to take her home, because she had been in the shelter for eighteen-months and we were the only ones that had ever shown any interest in her.
And now? She’s the sweetest kitty we could hope for, though it was a long time coming. She’s sixteen this year and demands a warm lap to rest her weary bones upon every night, but she purrs at the slightest opportunity. We’ll miss her terribly when the Sandman finally comes for her, something we feel will probably occur in the next year or so.
These are supposed to be bear tracks, but we’re a bit suspicious. Why? Because we’ve seen a number of brown bear and grizzly tracks up close and personal over the years and they looked very different from these.
Once while we were visiting Glacier National Park back in the mid-1990’s, we had a mama grizzly — with cubs — come chuffing and grumping through our campsite in the middle of the night, starting us awake with her foraging noises and leaving us paralyzed in stark terror. Much later after sun-up, we discovered she had left long claw marks in the roof of our pickup truck as we cowered just a few feet away in our flimsy tent (feeling like we were delectable human tacos on the verge of being discovered), and she and her babies had wandered around our camping area leaving all sorts of tracks. Continue Reading →