In which the new car achieves a name

[rolanni]

Let it be known that the New Blue Car shall hereafter be known as "Kineo," in honor of the mountain* we did not visit yesterday, but could have, had we been willing to drive another two hours northeast of Greenville on roads which are, um, occasionally unkempt to make our bows, thereby making a pleasant four-hour round trip into a dicey six hours of driving.

Also, Steve reminds me that I was remiss in my reporting of yesterday's outing. In fact, there was a moose in the Greenville town salt bank, as there has been every. single. time. we've gone to Greenville.  Yesterday, there was just one.  The last time, there were three -- mom and two kids.

On the way home, a vulture -- and now I wonder if Mainers call them "vultures" or something else, the subject never having come up before -- in any case, a vulture, I say, flew straight down the road at us, swerving to its right at the last moment, to settle into what few branches remained in a very messy wood yard, where three other vultures were already ensconced.  No, we did not stop the car to see what was so fascinating.

In other news. . .well, there isn't any other news, really. Today is a less-windy repeat of yesterday, pleasantly warm, with alternating sun and clouds. Tomorrow and Sunday, the weatherbeans say, it's going to rain like a sonofagun, to which I selfishly say, "Good," because I have a lot of work to do.

What're y'all doing this weekend?

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*Yes, yes; I hear you laughing over there in Montana, and Colorado, and Oregon, and France, and Switzerland, and all those other places with real mountains.  For the purposes of the East Coast of the United States, Mount Kineo passes for a mountain.  Not only that, it's the only mountain in the world made entirely of arrowheads.  Also known as hornstone.  Here, have a wikipedia article.

Comments

[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

My grandfather used to refer to buzzards, but I'm not sure if he actually meant vultures.

He had a cabin on Moose River, straight down from Kineo, which was front-row center in the living-room window. If we were feeling ambitious, we would take the boat and go down to the lake and have a picnic on the other side of the mountain, where there was a beach consisting entirely of water-polished, rounded pebbles of all colors.

It's spectacular close up--rears straight up out of the lake. It was the horizon of a fair bit of my childhood.

So now I live in the shadow of another mountain, and it feels just right.