Peace and Opportunity

Darkness. Moonless blackness.

The normally cold LCD light is supplemented by dim orange incandescence from the kitchen windows. All is silent, but it’s not. The MacBook’s cooling fans whir softly in a futile 4000 RPM attempt to mitigate the thick July air. Rain patters peacefully outside the screen porch. A breeze passes through the trees, but it does not stop to cool here.

The cats wander past in ones and twos, stopping at the screens to stare into the inky night and listen. Opportunity awaits among the rain drops.

Fan is short for Fanatic (P365 – July 5)

And one definition of fanatic would include driving 428 miles round trip for 20 miles of ‘rare mileage’ rails.  Still that’s what Beth and I did last Monday.  We were presented with the opportunity for a speeder excursion on the Beecher Falls Branch in Colebrook, NH.  The state is considering removal of the rails and conversion to an ATV trail.

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It was worth the drive.

The latest news is that the locals are supportive of a multi-use trail which would preserve the rails.  Time will tell.

Professional Grade (P365 – July 4)

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What could be more American than a big Diesel pickup truck?  The old Professional Grade workhorse has earned its keep this week.  I could probably make do with an inferior gas-powered F-Series or Ram, but it’s just so much more fun having all that wonderful torque and noise available under my right foot.

Hopefully I’ll get a chance to wash the poor thing on Tuesday.  Before I load up with something big and tow off into the mountains again.

Maine Morgan

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July 2 – we spent the weekend at the Maine Morgan Horse Show at the Deerfield (NH) fairgrounds.  This is Scotty.  He won all his classes at Granite State Morgan last week.  (He won this week too, but didn’t have much competition.)

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July 3 – they had a bit of a medical emergency in the show ring.  It was very weird to stand back and be just a civilian.  The guys from Deerfield Rescue, Raymond Ambulance, and Exeter ALS had things well in hand, though.  One of the medics was an old friend, but I didn’t get a chance to talk to him.  (If you read this, Hi Chris!)