Sunday, November 9, 2008
Mum's house
Out of the hills
Although I had hoped to see some of my family and friends, I knew I needed to move on before I succumbed to drowsiness and the urge to stop in for the winter. I had another visit planned, so I packed my bags and headed down from the mountains; I naturally made a brief foray for provisions on my way through town.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008
On bears and literacy

I spent the following days hiking in the area , pausing for snacks on the old stone walls. I was on the lookout for indigenous uncultured bears, who sometimes take a dim view of my sub-species, but they too must have been preparing for winter. I don't believe they watch much football, but they do seem to appreciate a full larder as much as the rest of us. In the evening I read in the library; my family has long prided itself on a degree of literacy seldom seen in ursine society.

The old homestead

I found myself headed in the general direction of our ancestral home in western Massachusetts. I hoped to see my grandbears and some of my cousins, but soon realized that everyone was out stocking up for a winter of napping and watching football on TV. I signed the guestbook with a note and settled in for a quiet day or two.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Familiar paths


We meandered through New England, enjoying the fall weather and scenery. I had often travelled this region as a cub, visiting family and friends; my mother was a Boyd, originally from Pennsylvania but transplanted generations ago to the Massachusetts Berkshires. Bears and Boyds are scattered throughout the northeast, and occasionally they hold family reunions, which frequently involve large amounts of pizza and so are memorable to impressionable youngsters.








