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Re: [AT-L] A hike in Maine



Jim -
I love it - but it hurts, too.  I know those loons and I want
to be back there.

Walk softly,
Jim


>Remembering a hike in Maine......Stratton to Monson 9/96



> Under a dark sky a lone Loon glides effortlessly across the pond.
>Feeling utterly alone the Loon let forth with that awesome cry that is as
>much felt by the soul as it is heard by the ears. There is no reply.
>Another cry. No answer.
>The hikers are now mostly awake, (the loon is quite close to the shore),
>smiling in the dark. Quiet whispers are heard.
>Another cry from the Loon and from far down the lake, a reply.
>The Loon calls again, this time almost frantic. Another reply, closer this
>time.
>The Loons come together,  the joy of companionship overcomes them and they
>burst forth with  a series of sounds that must be heard to be believed  and
>can be best described as "looney tunes".
>This goes on for several minutes. The hikers, fully wake giggle in the dark
>at the absurdity of the sounds. And then suddenly it ceases. Quiet returns
>to Pierce Pond. The hikers drift back to sleep, having been touched by
>nature. All except one tired soul who mutters to no one in particular, "Damn
>ducks!."