Short woman in a tree

When going for walks in the 1600 acres, I pass a tall pine each trip. For years I have passed this pine and say "some day I'm going to climb".
Passing it today I could no longer ignore its beckoning: "Climb me Jeanette, you know you want to". Being a woman easily given to curiosity, I decided it was finally time to climb.
From the dirt path, the climb looked easy. In envisioned myself reaching its summit gazing high above the woods - an eagles view! But as I began, I realized a horrible truth: I am vertically challenged! The leg reach of a 5ft woman is not great enough for my dream fulfillment :(
Using both hands to hoist my foot up and pulling myself up one branch at a time, I did manage to climb approximately 25 of this 150ft beauty.
Both condemming my disability, and celebrating my effort I perched.
The scampering below made me believe there were dear nearby. Armed with my camera, the mighty huntress (lol) waited its prey. It got closer and my heart raced.
Finally, it appeared: a small rodent like animal with a fluffy tail. A SQUIRREL.
I laughed at myself, my naivete, photographed the height I achieved and went on my merry way.

Taking Advantage of Indian Summer in Maine

Laying on a moss covered rock - flowing streams surround me. Boots off, sun warming my skin. Soft breeze, a breath of life. Oh (surprise), a black fisher scampers by, sit up - a quiet reach for the camera *snap. Too Late. I wonder what his mission is this Sunday afternoon in early November. Perhaps, like me, to bask in the fleeting warmth of an indian summer day before the long arduous winter settles in. I lay back down, soft bed of moss, on a rock in the middle of the woods with the bubbling water and warming sun. All is good in world: right here, right now.

Fisher: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fisher_(animal)

epilogue: I arrived back home, proud of my accomplishments. I made it out in the beautiful day. Tree climbing story to come later, lol. Readying to download photos to the computer, I cant find my glasses. High and low I look. nowhere. They are all the way back at the rock I was sitting on in the middle of the woods. Thank goodness for Jon and his truck who drove me back most of the way. There they were, waiting for me.