A restless and stormy four hour drive we arrived at 8pm on Friday night. The water was raging, but the beavers had not managed to re-dam the creek since our last visit so the bridge was easily passible.

Speaking of peace on the mountain, there was no sign of the bears that ravaged our trash cans (see previous webcam post). One of the trashcans, which probably weighed 75lbs full, had been dragged some 50 yards down the mountain before the bear got it open. Silly critters.

As always upon arrival, we revel for sometime in the wireless shower of dsl wonder. Farm it may be, but we're nerds at the core. Dinner, a sit upon the porch amidst the dense green forest, a little Bob Dylan, and the best sleep you can buy east of the MIssissippi. Mindy's preparing french press now and I've set up the video cam; time lapse sunrise (while surfing) at Dog Days Place. Click the image for the time-lapse: