neighbors and friends on Lake Groton

These ducks were neighbors at campsite #55, Groton State Forest. Mama duck was persistent in bringing the ducklings over to visit despite our refusal to feed them. Clearly former occupants of #55 had been more generous with their bread and raisins...


We encamped at Lake Groton for a week after Andy got back from his "D-Day" tour. We have learned that the transitions are a difficult part of our nomadic life - particularly the ones when we are just coming back together from drastically different trajectories. He had been traveling intensively for months -in Egypt, Morocco, and France- while I had been in intensive silent meditation and then trying to find my [solo] way back to life "at home." It takes a span of settled time to catch up with each other, reconnect and, hopefully, find ourselves somewhere along the same wavelength. Our two delicious sojourns at the Sierra Hot Springs in a high valley in the Sierra Nevadas (surely you remember those risqué pictures we posted last winter...?) were very successful ...er, wavelength stabilizers for us.

Lake Groton in the distance seen from the top of Owl's Head Mountain. Here's a sobering memory - when I was a kid 50 years ago, I rowed across that lake with my father and 6 siblings. He pointed out the rounded peak in the distance and said its name was "nigger head"...


Groton lake just waking up...

then fully awake.


Lake Groton was another of these reconnecting sojourns. We tucked Magnolia into #55 and explored this part of central Vermont by bike, boots and canoe and in the process found our way back into "normalcy."

Here we are tramping the trails



Friends who have been a constant part of our lives for over 30 years came to share a picnic on the shores of this crystal clear mountain pond.