Pepe the porcupine is no longer with us – he’s alive and well about 10 miles from here. In a daring nighttime abduction, some of the ESSP folks caught him in a trash can and drove him far enough away so he probably won’t find his way back. Everyone had gotten a little attached to him, so we figured this was the best way to get him out of camp.
This morning we’re harvesting a brown ash log for pack baskets. That means that for the next few days we’ll be engaged in the hard labor of pounding it in order to separate the wood along the growth rings. We’ll also be making mallets with which to pound. So if I don’t write for a few days it’s probably because my fingers are frozen in the shape of the mallet handle.