*I'm going to let Jack savor his memories of my mishaps* If you zoom in on the picture of me heading to the cedar swamp you'll see a set of coyote tracks to my right. I had the joy of seeing where this wary canine had prowled the night before. Without question a B_TCH as the urine in the middle of her track indicated and more than likely hunting to feed not only herself, but the cubs inside her or if born early, in a nearby den. I would think that she was carrying them... as her track was deep. The only color in the swamp was the gray of the dead standing cedar, the tan of smothered cattail tips and the white of snow. I saw the red from some distance and even though Jack was waiting to go home, I couldn't help but wonder over to where blood-stained snow, that had caught my eye, marked the demise of a snowshoe hare. The coyote had pounced twice and the prize had been her's. A tuft of white fur had gotten stuck in the bark of a dead tamarack nearby as the slydog chose to dine elsewhere. I smiled to myself and continued to search for my powered glider. Some would call it a miracle, but the how and whys of my 285lb bulk walking over snow is a Zen thing...it's only when I let a negative thought enter my mind that I sink to my waist. (And Jack wonders why I didn't call back to him when he hollered) I probably could have found the glider sooner if Jack wasn't so busy taking pictures instead of moving the servos so I could hear them! I picked up the realatively unharmed glider and worked my way back out of the dense cover. I wondered when the guy on the snowmobile would stop making tracks as the hare had. Meth had eaten his teeth away, his gum line was cleaving and his face was gaunt. He mentioned he had a wife and kid at home.......stray thoughts as I exited the woods and walked into bright sun. Later, I'd walk into my home and hear my two youngest daughters come running to meet me "Daddy!" they both exclaimed and threw their arms around me....glad to have me home again. A day full of flying and an intact Twist (Jack didn't tell you about his new Twist, did he?) and I'm good, but I'm even better when I walk in my door. As always, Peace.

Downtrodden.