Friday, May 27, 2005
Beating record highs, the sun sets and the sky turns shades of pink and aqua better suiting the Caribbean than Portland. There are a couple of hundred little walking sticks infiltrating my flowers now that the oothea has yielded up its harvest of pest-vacuums. Tomorrow morning I fly to Montana with binoculars and bird books carefully tucked in a borrowed backpack to spend a week in relative wilderness. Comfortable wilderness, but there should be a lot of wildlife and very few people there. And no internet hook up, so I wish you a happy week while I'm gone.