Trail Camera Highlights

“Always remember that your present situation is not your final destination. The best is yet to come.” 

Zig Zigler

I hope the summer has treated everyone well so far, and that you've had lot of adventures yourselves.  *pause*  Come to think of it, it's not even officially summer yet.  The summer solstice is on Friday, June 21.  After that, the daylight hours will continuously get a little shorter, minute by minute, each day.  Sorry to be the bearer of bad news!  But lets remember, we'll still have plenty more beautiful days to come, well into the fall.  Fall is my favorite time of year.

This post includes below two videos I put together of highlights from our trail cameras on which we seem to have a decent amount of activity.  Well...at least one of the handful of cameras we have placed around camp.  The camera at the intersection of our driveway and the trail is the most active.  I sometimes wonder how long I should leave a trail camera in a location that doesn't provide me with any images over the course of two weeks.  Usually I'll set it in one spot for a month, and move it if it doesn't produce anything in that time.

I hope you are able to view these.  I've posted them from YouTube, so if you can't see them here, please visit my YouTube Channel.

This first video is of the trail camera highlights from 2018.  It's almost hard to believe we've already owned the land for over a year.

This video is the best of 2019 so far; as of June 2, 2019.

It's always exciting to arrive at camp and scoop up all the SIM cards from the trail cameras for viewing.  I'm excited to share them with you all, and I hope you enjoy them as much as we do!

An New [Unwelcome] Visitor

“Some days you go bear hunting and you get eaten. Some days you come home with a nice rug to roll around on, and bear steaks. What they don't tell you as a kid is that sometimes you get the rug and steaks, but you also get some nice scars to go with them. As a child you don't understand that you can win, but that's it's not always worth the price. Once you understand and accept that possibility you become a real grown up, and the world becomes a much more serious place. Not less fun, but once you realize what can go wrong, it's a lot scarier to go hunting "bears".” ― Laurell K. Hamilton

Firstly, I want to thank everyone for your continued interest in our adventure(s).  Every great idea starts as a tiny spark, and I'm excited by the prospect of sharing what [I hope!] will be a luminous journey to remember.

Secondly, before I get started, I'd like to share some warm and fuzzies with you because, y'know, I 💓cats.  Willow doesn't normally like the camera, but she was in all her beautiful glory at camp.

Catnip Carrot is one of her favorite toys.  While we were away, a mouse ate the green feathers off the top.

If you listen closely at the beginning of the short video, you can hear Willow make a super cute noise when I startle her awake from her cat nap.

LOVE HER.  CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF HER.

Okay.  Now on to everything else.  Thank you for your patience.

R estimated that we'll have to collect wood for at least an hour or two every day so we have an adequate supply for the winter.  Even though we don't currently have access during the harshest winter months, we still want to start stockpiling firewood for when we do move up here permanently in a couple of years.  To assist with collecting firewood, my wonderful father and his better-other-half  *wink* gave us a wonderful little wagon for Christmas.  This thing is bad ass.  The following pictures only show the test run, but after that, we loaded the wagon up to capacity and bogged it through the woods.  It was quite capable; R was even pleasantly surprised!

While collecting firewood, I came across a section of tree with very pronounced tree growth rings.  Tree-ring dating, or Dendrochronology, is the scientific method of dating tree rings (also called growth rings).  As well as dating them this can give data for dendroclimatology, the study of climate and atmospheric conditions during different periods in history from wood.

Tree growth rings

After we collected some firewood nearby the cabin from a tree that had been taken down by Mother Nature, we went out in search of property line markers.  At another point in time, we found and re-marked half of the northeastern border.  The northern border is the river.  Our goal this time was to find and mark the southeastern, southern, and southwestern border.

Plot map to show shape of 22 acres and compass

Typically the markers are either pink or orange tagging tape, or red paint.  The video clip below shows a couple of trees with red paint indicating the property line, and then pans out to show you just what I have to look through to find a marker.  Sometimes I'll stand there for minutes on end, just swaying back and forth, hoping to catch a glimpse of color between trees.

R, Tyson and I spent a couple of hours in the woods on this quest (Willow was in the cabin taking her afternoon nap, likely enjoying the solitude).  It was a surprisingly beautiful day during a normally rainy New England spring.  We started off near the driveway on the trail that bisects our land almost in half from east to west; where we left off last time when we tagged the NE line.  Traveling south until we located the southern most corner property marker - a metal pole in the ground - we then moved west across the short southern border, but come halfway, we couldn't find any more markers.  Seeking out our last placed marker - being cautious to always keep our last placed marker in sight so we didn't wander off through the woods and get lost - we backtracked to where we started, deciding to go in another way.

In looking at the plot map picture, you can visualize the missing portion that would complete a rough rectangle.  That missing portion of the rectangle used to be part of our 22 acre plot, but it was separated and sold off years ago.  We found the corner post on the trail which indicated the corner of the two lots, so we went into the forest from that marker to find the boundary connecting in the middle where we lost the trail going in the other direction.  It paid off, too, because we were able to connect the dots and map the whole southeast corner of our land.  The only boundary line we don't have our finger on is the northern western line.

As we maneuvered through the woods, we came across a total of about 10 trees, sporadic through the forest, all with similarly curious damage.

Notice the shavings on the ground underneath the tree?

See this pile of shavings at the base of the tree?

I think it might have been a black bear looking for bugs within the trees?  I don't think a bobcat would scratch a tree to that extent?  A black bear would be hungry having recently awoken from hibernation.  The damage on this video below is not near the ground, which might indicate porcupine.  Maybe a small black bear standing on it's back feet scratching with it's front paws?

Most surprising to us was the video our trail camera captured on the trail at the end of our driveway!  Needless to say, we had our shotgun with us and our heads were on swivels as we traversed the woods looking for property line markers.

In addition to the black bear, the same trail camera also captured video of a fox, a coyote, and if you look closely enough, you'll see a deer's head popping in on the left side of the frame in the third video.  Please accept my apologies for the poor quality.  It wasn't a straight download.  I took a video of the SIM card viewer with my phone for faster access.  I didn't have a computer with me last time to transfer the videos properly.

Fox

Coyote

Deer (peeking in on the left)

We departed camp to head home Sunday afternoon.  Our adventures for the weekend were not over yet, though.  As we crawled the truck down the trail, we made it about 1/2 mile from camp to discover a tree that had come down across the trail overnight.  There was no way around it.

Fallen tree blocking the only way out.

There is a ditch to R's left that we would sink in to if we tried to go around the fallen tree.

The big tree took the little tree down with it.

Despite the bump in the road, we had to stop to admire the beautiful view.

So what are we going to do?  We had the chainsaw with us, but we wanted to make quick work of this.  It's already after 1:30 p.m. and we still have at least 5 1/2 hours to drive.  So, we pull it out of the way!  R has a couple heavy duty straps that can hold a thousand pounds, so we hooked one end up to the truck and one end to the tree.  Viola!  Smooth like butter!  Here's to another successful adventure!

Bobcats and snakes and foxes! Oh my!

"Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty… I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well." Theodore Roosevelt

Happy Spring! 💙💦🌱 Finally we made it in to camp for the first time this year. We made it in last year around the same time (end of April). There was still a little snow on the ground in the shade; six inches here or there. The mud was abundant, though. If it were not for our lifted truck with 35" tires, we would not have made it past the first half mile of trail. A normal car or truck would be sucked up into the depths of muddy mess. There was a station wagon and a truck parked on the side of the trail at the beginning because they could not go any further without the risk of getting stuck. There were a few surprising times where our truck was sucked into some mud and after we scrambled out, R and I momentarily locked wide-eyes in surprise with excited grins.

Thankfully everything was as we had left it December 2. We were even surprised because we forgot we had gathered a night's worth of firewood in the cabin before we left last time. However, that pleasant surprise was short lived when we opened the stove and part of the rope caulking came off the wood stove door. R started a fire to see if we could make it work, but soon the smoke billowed out of that unsealed portion of the wood stove door and quickly filled the cabin. We had to rush Tyson and Willow out to the truck for fresh air before we extinguished the flames in the stove so we could start to air the place out... Que sera sera. R checked the weather before we left and the low was expected to be 29℉. We had plenty of blankets, so we weren't too worried.

We left at 2:30 a.m. on Saturday and arrived at camp around 8:30 a.m. It rained all day. Willow didn't care though. Willow loves the rain. She even blessed me with a cute little "purrrRR" in the video.

She also let me know that I need to work on expanding her Maine catio during the next visit or two. This one is too small, she says. She's comfortable enough now to have a Big Girl Catio. Ok, Willow, I'll get on it.

While Willow was taking her afternoon cat nap, Tyson, R, and I went on a hike through our woods to see if we could locate the western property line. Tyson enjoys bounding through the woods all willy-nilly, but we kept him close because in his old age (he'll be 8 in July) he's lost some of his vision and we don't want him to get lost in the woods. We've learned the hard way that calling him from afar can sometimes backfire because the echo of our voices throws him off. Plus, our walk was headed towards the area that we last year the coyotes, and we certainly don't want Tyson to be lured off to his impending doom.

Lets see if you can spot Tyson in the next couple of photos. The first couple are easy.

Tyson, in his spiffy bright orange jacket, so we can see him in the woods.

This picture shows about how much snow was left in the shady areas.

What a happy puppy.  Tyson is wondering why we aren't keeping up with his pace.

Ok - here's a good one.  Where's Tyson? 😁  His dang pink tongue is always out.

We were unsuccessful in finding any boundary, but we did find some other interesting things. We noticed there were a good few large'ish trees that had fallen, and we wondered why. Then we saw inside the snapped trunk and became even more curious.

I received the opinion of a few people on what might have caused this damage. Opinions ranged from straight-line winds and carpenter ants, to something called Heart Rot. Heart Rot is a slow-growing fungus that rots out the center of the tree while the young'ish tree continues to grows around it, fungus unseen. Heart Rot weakens trees, obviously, and can cause them to break and fall more easily. The former owner felled a few trees and we noticed what we thought to be a mysterious hole in the center of the trees, with solid outer rings. Unfortunately, I think Heart Rot might be a good guess, especially with all of the fungus we see growing throughout our young forest. Once the nicer weather gets here, we're going to contact our Forester and a regional biologist for their opinion.

More interesting finds - scat! We've read that you should pick through the excrement with a stick to see what it contains because that will give you an idea of what animal dropped a deuce. R did the picking...

Viewer discretion is advised. Please avert your eyes from the next picture if you are susceptible to a queasy stomach.

I know for sure the small pebble-like droppings are deer. I'm thinking the top right and bottom right may be bear, though we haven't seen any bear on our trail cameras. I'm not sure what the left two are. The bottom left looks like it could be bobcat? 🤷

While we had our eyes open for additional piles of scat, we saw Tyson just off the trail in the woods and he scratched at something. We hollered his name and he stopped to look at us (good boi). Hurrying over to his location, I looked down and gasped aloud. (Viewer Discretion is Advised).

Take a minute to look at this picture. Zoom in a bit, if you will.

WHAT. THE. HELL.

I have a....an issue with snakes. I don't care for them, as much as I value their place in the ecosystem. As I was crouching down for this picture, I was tensed, expecting them to leap up at me out of their dead state. I had to keep reminding myself that they were dead as a door nail, and I was not going to be harmed. 😅 A close friend pointed out that the top, knotted snake's exposed muscle from the beheading is still pink. This means it must have been a fairly fresh kill. Whatever it was, it's lunch may have been disturbed by the three of us traipsing through the woods! WHAAAAT. We leave it be and head back to the cabin.

On our way back to the cabin, we walked down the main trail that bisects our land. There are ditches alongside the trails to divert water from the thaw. The trickling water is such a pretty sound.. (wait for it...)

Oh! We finally were able to check our trail camera. We hadn't checked it since December 2, 2018. Much to my chagrin, I forgot to delete some files off of the SD card, and so the camera was only functioning until mid-February. Bummer. But we did capture a few woodland creatures on video!

The first is a grouse, which is a bird that looks like a basketball with a head. Willow and I have seen these in the woods.

Next comes the first sighting of a fox.

Lastly is another video of a bobcat. I'm wondering if we have two bobcats, because they look different sizes. I've read that male bobcats often have one or two females within their territory.

The will of the strong will never be shaken by doubts of the weak.

Life is not all about success.  Life needs failure in order for an individual to grow into someone they never thought they could be.  Just look at the Wright brothers.  They certainly didn't succeed the first go around, but they learned and grew from their mistakes, and look how things turned out for them.  Sometimes it seems that people don't accept responsibility for their mistakes but rather try to cast that energy away and place the blame elsewhere - which is obviously not good practice.  I don't deny that the consequences of mistakes can be hard to accept and often quite discouraging, but you'll become a better person if you can find the silver lining and morph misfortune into something you can positively work with.

Armed with this knowledge and the knowledge that we may just be running a reconnaissance mission on this trip because we don't know what weather conditions we area headed in to nor do we know if the cabin is still in one piece, we decided to try to access camp for the first time since December 2nd.  It's been a long, arduous winter, and we are in great need of a little soulshine to re-energize our spirits.

I visit the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) National Weather Service website to monitor the current snow fall depth in the approximate area of our camp, though I wasn't actually sure how accurate it is.  Currently, it shows a snow depth of approximately 20"-24" for our area.  Turns out it's pretty darn accurate...

The Start of A New Season

Last season, we would pack up supplies and leave Fridays after work to arrive at camp in the dark around midnight.  This first visit, though, because of the unknown variables, the plan is to sleep at home for a few hours Friday night after we get everything ready to go, and then leave around 2:00 a.m. Saturday morning with the intent of arriving at the trail head close to day break to give us plenty of time to deal with whatever comes our way.

Of course, no adventure of ours would be complete without the company of our #adventurecat, Willow, and rottweiler, Tyson.  We could tell they knew we were headed up to camp.  Not only do we repeat certain keywords that they are beginning to recognize, but I'm sure they smelled the scent of camp on all the supplies we took in from the garage.  "The human nose has about 5 million olfactory receptors, microscopic proteins that allow us to detect odors. With 45 million to 80 million receptors, cats have a far better sense of smell—but they can’t measure up to the average dog, whose snout holds between 149 million and 300 million receptors. The canine sense of smell may be a thousand times better than ours, and so discerning that dogs can not only track a missing person but distinguish whether he recently had a meal or smoked a cigarette. [site]"  Our two travel companions were very well-behaved the entire trip.  It still blows my mind how well Willow travels in a vehicle.  Brave girl.  💓

The first leg of the adventure went according to plan and we arrived at the trail head around 7:30 a.m. with glorious good timing (unlike when we leave Friday evenings and must deal with the wretched evening commute traffic).  I also didn't feel as rushed packing supplies as I normally do, so maybe we'll follow suit in the future.  It's nice being able to wake up at camp Saturday morning, but it's also a tough, tired 6 hour/300 mile journey after a long day at work.

As we drove north, we did not see a lot of accumulated snow even as we drove deeper into central Maine.  We were getting our hopes up that the trip would be smooth sailing! (hardy har har..)  Someone I had talked to in a Maine Trail Camera group on Facebook mentioned they had a friend in a town just south of our camp who still had two feet of snow in the woods.  We started to think that maybe some people just don't have a solid understanding of measurements and could not accurately gauge the depth of snow.  We were in town two miles from camp and still there was not much snow to be accounted for.  You could see large expanses of grass.  Surely there must be some bare spots on the trail leading in to camp?

Photos taken a few miles away from camp to show snow accumulations, or lack there of...

The first mile of our unmaintained town road, we've heard, can be quite treacherous in the Maine mud season.  We've yet to experience Mud Season in all it's dirty glory, but even now, some of the ruts on our road are a foot to a foot and a half deep filled with muddy water.  Something I'm keeping in mind - the town offers classes on a variety of subjects ranging from bird song identification, to forest management, to management of your unmaintained town road, etc.  I will absolutely be taking advantage of these classes in the future.

Willow loves riding in the truck while we're crawling through trails

The beginning of camp's unmaintained town road; time for 4WD

We were thoroughly put in our place when we pulled up to the plowed snow mound one mile away from camp.  I think I've mentioned before that there are three people who live on the unmaintained town road year round, and one of them plows the first mile of road.  However, with few options for dealing with large amounts of snow, he leaves the plowed mound in the middle of the trail.  Past that area are no year-round residents and only a small handful of people who have seasonal camps.  I'm sure he's put the mound in that spot it since the beginning.  The mound was about 20'-30' long and a couple of feet deep.  How is there so much snow on our trail when there was so little in town?!

The beginning of the final mile

It doesn't look too daunting, does it?  Pictures do not do justice.  We looked at what lie ahead of us and thought maybe we can just drive over it.  Theoretically speaking, if it was a plowed mound of snow, one might figure it would be extremely compact snow.  A technique of "snow wheeling" is baby steps - inch forward, inch backwards, inch forward a little more, backwards, and so on.  First plan of action - put the snow chains on the tires.

Patient kitty while I put on the passenger side tire chains.

Willow is supervising Dad to make sure he puts the driver's side snow chains on correctly

Tire chains on.  OK.  Lets get this party started.
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Aaaand just like that, the party ended.

Apparently the snow was not tightly packed.  The plan began as expected, we inched forward and backward little bit by bit, but then the truck pretty much immediately sank in the snow up to the frame.  We dug the tires out first but they were just lolling back and forth with no resistance because the frame was resting on the snow, so we had to dig out underneath the entire truck.  On my back in the snow with a metal shovel, I chipped away at the icy snow beneath the truck when we heard it slowly creak down to rest it's weight on the tires.

OK.  Lets give it another shot.

Repeat previous steps.
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OK..  Stuck again..

Every day we're shoveling...

Willow taking a cat nap in the truck as we shovel

Third times a charm, right?  Right.  A charm in the fact that we didn't get stuck further along down the trail, and we were able to escape unscathed.

We shoveled for four hours.  Each time we managed to free the truck from the clutches of the snow, we tried to move forward and subsequently became stuck again.  After the third attempt, we finally made it past the snow mound.  Hooray!  Clear sailing to camp!

Only, no.  Not quite.  Hold your horses.

To clarify something, four-wheel drive does not actually mean true four-wheel drive; still only two wheels spin at the same time (front or rear).  In order to get true 4WD where all four wheels spin at the same time, your truck needs lockers.  Lockers lock the front and rear differentials so all four tires spin at the same time.  We've watched a video of a truck with and without lockers, and they make the world of difference.  They're even better for the environment because, instead of spinning tires and ruining the trail, the truck just crawls slowly and easily.  Too bad they're easily $1,000 each.  Add it to the Wish List!  We're restricted for now.

The center of the trail looked solid, though as we now know, looks can obviously be deceiving.  Once we cleared the mound, R went ahead to check out the condition of the trail right up ahead of us.  As soon as he stepped to the side of the trail off-center, he sank to his thigh.  We thought forward along the trail to a certain area where there is a field on one side which we've known to cause snow drifts that have left other people stuck.  If this part of the trail is impassible, the rest must still be also..  Heavy sigh.  We need to be reasonable and listen to our brains instead of our hearts.  Plus, after four hours of shoveling, this desk-job-body was in no condition to shovel any more more if we happened to get stuck again - which was highly likely.  I'm not weak in strength, necessarily, and have a strong spirit, but I'm certainly not in shape either.  😅

We considered walking the last mile just to retrieve the game camera SD card and to make sure the cabin was still standing - heck, what's one mile?  ONE MILE!!  But as we trudged twenty feet or so down the snowy trail, we realized we'd be better off forgoing that plan.  Maybe if we had snowshoes, but after expending the last remnants of energy on that last hoorah getting unstuck, trudging another two miles in the snow was just not in the cards.  We had to save energy to drive home; a drive which will already be fueled by coffee and energy drinks.

Since Tyson and Willow had been behaving so well inside the truck most of this time, we decided to let them out to stretch their legs before the 300 mile ride back home.  Poor Tyson was getting faces full of snow; he'd be walking along on top of the snow and then suddenly his feet would break through and he'd plunge chest deep.  His collar under his chin was caked in snow.  😆

That's as far as we got...

Willow the Grey Ninja

Once we extracted the truck from the snow - with a little nail biting effort and spinning tires - we headed in to town to get a Subway grinder, coffee, and fuel for the long ride home.

It's quite funny.  I mentioned before how we use key phrases with Willow and Tyson.  Well, as we were all loading into the truck to head home, I told Willow that we weren't going to camp after all, and that we had to go home.  As soon as I said this to her, she pitched a fit and growled at me, and then slunk behind the passenger truck seat on the back floor where her travel bed is to sulk.  She stayed back there for about an hour until she climbed out and snuggled in my lap again.

Miraculously, through this whole ordeal, we're proud to say R & I never once raised our voices at each other or had a snippy tone amidst the stress of it all.  Even afterwards, we did not have a feeling of regret that we didn't make it to camp.  In fact, even though things didn't go according to plan, I still felt a weight lifted off my soul; I felt that grey storm cloud of depression looming over my mind begin to dissipate.  Granted, we would have much preferred making it to camp, but you have to take life as it's handed to you.  If one doth protest too much against life's unexpected and uncontrollable misfortunes, life will indeed be much harder.  Like Kid Rock suggests, you have to roll on.

Winter is Here

NOTE:  I began writing this blog post some months ago, but life overwhelmed me a bit and I didn't make it back to finish this post.  Alas, here I am again.  Thanks so much for following. :)

It's both amusing and shocking how quickly the weather changes up north.  Looking back on my last entry reminds me of the heat and humidity we had to cope with during the warm months.  Now, we're seeing the first snow!

Saturday Dec. 2 at 3:28 p.m.

Saturday Dec. 2 at 5:43 p.m.

I love snow - it's incredibly beautiful - but boy does it give me the chills thinking of how suffocating it can be in the winter months.  Knowing that we're in the cabin this winter instead of winter camping in the a-frame tent gives me the warm and fuzzies inside, but the 2 mile snowy trek in and out of camp is still mighty daunting.

Speaking of cold winters, R was able to secure some free insulation from his work - the pink cotton candy-looking stuff and a few cans of spray foam insulation.  I'm grateful for this blessing!  It's not enough to do the whole cabin, but it's a start.  There are so many little nooks and crannies where cold air rushes in...or rather, where hot air rushes out.  I once heard that hot air is drawn to cold air.  Note:  don't wear anything important when you're using spray foam insulation.  It's very messy and doesn't clean up easily.

A wall filled with "Pretty in Pink" to keep us warm.

It *was* my favorite sweater...

I'll tell you hwhat (read in a voice mimicking Hank Hill from King of the Hill) it was a little stressful putting up the pink insulation knowing all those little fish hook insulation spores are floating around the cabin, resting on every surface, being inhaled and embedded in our lungs.  We wore full-body tyvek suits over our clothes, dust masks, and gloves, and were very careful to not move the insulation around more than necessary.  We even put Tyson and Willow in another area of the cabin until the particles settled, and then promptly swept as well as we could so the spores didn't hitch into their paws.

Overnight surprised us with a bit more snow than expected (what's new?)  Now is the time we start feeling the pressure of the isolation pressing upon us!  Do we leave now, or hang out a little while longer...?

Sunday at 9:25am

We figured probably it would be wisest to wrap up now.  We certainly don't want to press our luck.  It's really starting to accumulate.  We had hoped we would get more time at camp this winter, but it's coming in hard and fast.  Time to fasten the snow chains and call upon all luck which may be had to get us out of here safely!

The driveway looking up towards the trail

Parked in the driveway.

Hopefully the 33" tires will be enough.  We didn't have a chance to switch over to the 35s.

White knuckled ride out!  I don't think Willow understood the gravity of the situation.

What you don't see in between the pictures above and the video is when we got stuck for about 30 minutes halfway out.  I was too concerned helping R getting us unstuck to take any pictures or video. 😅  It was quite treacherous - sliding in the snow while slipping nearer to some large rocks along the edge of the trail that would have really put us in a pickle.  We haven't equipped the truck with a winch yet, though we had straps and a manual winch if we really got stuck.  We were lucky to get out of the trail unscathed.  Experiences like these really hit the nail on the head as we plan for our future up here.  One potential plan - which requires much more research - is the possibility of starting a Recovery/Emergency Tow business in addition to plowing during the winter months.

Fast-Forward to Today - April 9, 2019

It's been a long winter away from camp.  December 2, 2018 was the last time we visited.  I'm eager to see if our trail camera survived the winter and what/who we've had for visitors.  We have two more trail cameras that we'll put up, too.  Probably one near the water, and the other near the cabin.  I learned that much of our land is in a designated Deer Wintering Habitat, however we haven't seen much in the likes of deer except for the twin fawns early last summer.  Our Forester said that we should contact a Regional Biologist who will come and check out our land to see if the designation is still applicable.

We have plans to visit camp soon, even though the website I look at for current snow depth says there is still 2-feet of snow on the ground!  Keep an ear out for another blog post in the next week or so to hear of our next adventure!