Attack of the Beavers

We're having a heat wave in Frog Pond Holler today, it's a whopping 33°! It's amazing what feels like warm after facing 8° mornings, ain't it?

The winds of change are blowin' around the holler. The Scottish invasion turned out to be a one nighter. The flags, balloons and chairs vanished after that weekend. I guess I can forget finding a nice Scottish man to keep me warm this winter.

There's something going on up at Cletus' place, but no one's sure what, exactly. There's a restaurant property adjacent to the garage, which has had previous lives as a pool hall, a burger joint and a steak n' seafood place. It was a gas station when we moved here 15 years ago. You could still detect the faint aroma of axle grease, mingling with that of the "fresh" shrimp before it closed down a few months ago.

When I drove by there earlier this week, I noticed they'd removed the door and replaced it with a pass-thru window. If this means what I think it does, it's a landmark event. The first drive-thru ever in Frog Pond Holler.

Nature is closed ya'll.

When I feel the need to connect with nature, I head down to the edge of town on the road that runs along the river. About 3 miles after the pavement ends, there's Moe Ray's picnic area with some park benches and little fishing docks. As most of ya'll know, I didn't grow up here and being a city girl at heart, I prefer my "nature" to be mowed and weed whacked.

Technically, I live in a national forest, with an internationally known hiking trail running right through my front yard. I could get in touch with real nature by walking a few feet from my front door, but with nature comes slithery things. I don't care how cold it gets, there's a part of me that thinks there's a snake around every corner.

Anywho, the last few times I've headed down to Moe Ray's for a little communing with all things natural, in a controlled, partially paved environment, they've had the gate closed. The road leads to the parking lot and circles around to the exit. The sign says "non-motorized traffic" is fine, so last time I went, I just parked my truck on the side of the dirt road and walked in. The only reason I can come up with for closing the road is to keep boaters from putting their rafts in, maybe because the water is low.

Who knows.

The gate wasn't doing anything to keep the beavers out. Every other tree, all along the river looked like this one. Those little boogers must be everywhere. I saw several oaks down in the water. It amazes me that such a little critter can take down such huge trees.

Anywho, I'd best get up from here and try to roll the Amazon from her peaceful slumber so we can take a load of junk to the dump.

Ya'll enjoy your weekend.

Later Taters :)