Nesowadnehunk Stream, 2:30 a.m.

Mt. Coe main slide, covered in water. 4:30 a.m.

Doubletop Mountain, between north and south peaks. 5:15 a.m.

South peak of Doubletop. 1944 A.D.

Black Nubble

And speaking of flies....

You are most certainly finding me invisible, yes yes?

And if not invisible, then at least, certainly mostly coy and alluringly aloof, is it not so?
Sir! Please!

You old goat...

Maine: "bring us your flies, your hungry black flies yearning to go up our nose for free."

Bang Fizz the Memorials!

Goodbye, for a few months, to Hindoo

The view from the spreaders -- Soon we shall incorporate a hammock, you see if we don't.

The Spirit of South Carolina, docked right next to our humble marina. An poncy old oysterboat, betrewn with bunting and baggywrinkle, with nary and non-polo shirt in sight. Hairy dragoons we, cutlasses flashing and breath sweetened sickly with Cuban rum, we swarmed over her sides, demanding free hot dogs.