Just More of Ken's Nonsense

You're not too far from where I grew up, then. I was born in Marinette, Wisconsin (only because my parents preferred the Marinette hospital to the one that was then in Menominee), and grew up in Wallace, just north of Menominee, Michigan.
That is why I was offering to find you a stop over motel on your trips out here. I am just off Lake Winnebago.
 
That is why I was offering to find you a stop over motel on your trips out here. I am just off Lake Winnebago.
Going that route, once I get past Chicago, I feel like I'm home and rarely make another hotel stop, although we did stop in Milwaukee once, staying at a Doubletree across the street from the Harley Museum.
 
Earlier today:
  1. Walk to McDonald's: 1.3 miles, and another 1.5 miles back

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Night hike, returning at 11:15 pm, 2.7 miles. The wooded section to the north is on a fairly high hill, with a steep climb going up and a similar drop coming out of it at the other end. There is a trail, but there are roots, rocks, and drop-offs, and it was very dark tonight, with little moonlight available. I brought a flashlight, as I always do for night walks, but I like to try to navigate without it.
 
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In this episode, Peter Santellano covers northern Aroostook County, where my camp and land are located. Although I have only just begun watching it, I doubt he'll drive to where my camp is specifically, given that it's an ATV trail. There's some interesting history included, if you're not familiar with the Acadians, who are related to the Cajuns in Louisiana. Unfortunately, here in Maine, they tend to vote Democrat, creating a sliver of blue in the otherwise red Northern Maine.
 
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Ken, when you are night walking, do you ever hear animal sounds, like dogs, foxes, night birds or humans?
Owls sometimes, and other noises that are unidentified, but probably raccoons. At twilight, I am likely to come upon a moose or white-tailed deer. So far, even when I walk the sidewalks at night, I seem to be pretty much the only one out.
 
Owls sometimes, and other noises that are unidentified, but probably raccoons. At twilight, I am likely to come upon a moose or white-tailed deer. So far, even when I walk the sidewalks at night, I seem to be pretty much the only one out.
Um and you do this night walking because? A therapy type thing? I would be scared of the beasties out there
 
Owls sometimes, and other noises that are unidentified, but probably raccoons. At twilight, I am likely to come upon a moose or white-tailed deer. So far, even when I walk the sidewalks at night, I seem to be pretty much the only one out.
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Foxes can make the weirdest, scariest sounds because you won't recognize who is making it.
 
Um and you do this night walking because? A therapy type thing? I would be scared of the beasties out there
I love the woods at night, especially in the summer, because it's cooler at night. During the day, I might come across another hiker, but rarely. There's not much of anything in the Maine woods likely to harm me unless I trip over a rock or a root.
 
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2.3 miles. Pretty much a familiar route, but during the day this time. It was a nice day for a walk, and I think it will be a nice night, so I plan to repeat it after midnight, before going to bed. It might be nice to have a head start on tomorrow's exercise.
 
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5.1 miles. This one wore me out. The wooded (green) section is on a steep ridge, requiring scrambling about 200 feet at a 50-degree angle in the southwest part, then climbing further, then descending at the eastern end of the ridge. It's kind of pretty, though. Then, the squiggly section in the northeast is a trail that goes up and then down another large hill, but this one has switchbacks, so it's not a scramble. The rest of the section to the east is a maintained trail; although it goes up and down some, it's fairly easy. I've been home for a couple of hours, but I am still sore and tired; it's not like walking five miles along a sidewalk or road.
 
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Before going to bed last night, I asked Ella if she was coming (young lady, are you ready for bed?). She was lying on the futon downstairs and just gave me a tail flip, which I interpreted as meaning, "I'm okay where I'm at." She likes the futon and sometimes sleeps downstairs on it. Usually, she comes upstairs shortly afterward, however.

When I got up around 9 am, I noticed that Ella hadn't come up. However, by the time I had finished a cup of coffee, she usually nags me for breakfast, but not today. She wouldn't respond to calls, and I couldn't find her. I started looking everywhere I could think of. By afternoon, I was concerned and started questioning my memory. Was it last night that she was on the futon? Could she be in the library? Could she have gotten outside or into the crawlspace?

She didn't look sick last night, and she was chasing her tail around the night before, so doubt she's lying dead somewhere.

I moved everything out of the way so I could go down into the crawlspace, and looked through all of the possible hiding places in the library. I checked a couple of my cameras to see if she showed up on camera outside or on the porch. No sign of her.

After 5 pm, Ella sauntered into my office asking for something to eat. Ella is a butthead.
 
Before going to bed last night, I asked Ella if she was coming (young lady, are you ready for bed?). She was lying on the futon downstairs and just gave me a tail flip, which I interpreted as meaning, "I'm okay where I'm at." She likes the futon and sometimes sleeps downstairs on it. Usually, she comes upstairs shortly afterward, however.

When I got up around 9 am, I noticed that Ella hadn't come up. However, by the time I had finished a cup of coffee, she usually nags me for breakfast, but not today. She wouldn't respond to calls, and I couldn't find her. I started looking everywhere I could think of. By afternoon, I was concerned and started questioning my memory. Was it last night that she was on the futon? Could she be in the library? Could she have gotten outside or into the crawlspace?

She didn't look sick last night, and she was chasing her tail around the night before, so doubt she's lying dead somewhere.

I moved everything out of the way so I could go down into the crawlspace, and looked through all of the possible hiding places in the library. I checked a couple of my cameras to see if she showed up on camera outside or on the porch. No sign of her.

After 5 pm, Ella sauntered into my office asking for something to eat. Ella is a butthead.
I'm sorry but all cats are basically.
 
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