Some thoughts for the few readers of this website.  A bit of politics perhaps.  Take it or leave it as you wish.

Our RV, Harley, has returned to home base!  We arrived home in it at about six a.m. this morning, pulled into our driveway, parked, crawled into our bed in the back, and slept for about two hours.  We had completed a marathon run from southern Illinois starting yesterday morning with only brief stops along the way.  After breakfast this morning, we wacked weeds to make a path, opened up the house, and unloaded the camper. 

Macomb Mountain stands as twenty-first in order of height in the Adirondacks.

Whew.  We pause today after two weeks of intensive birding during the "monsoon" season in southeastern Arizona.  The exercise has been demanding, frustrating, and immensely rewarding.  First there was a week at Amado from where we probed the Santa Rita Mountains and the frontier region along Pena Blanca Road.  Last week we joined the Southwestern Wings Birding and Nature Festival in Sierra Vista.  Volunteer and professional guides led us into the Huachuca