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.