Bears and Such
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Year round resident and nearest neighbor to rakkity’s refugio, Dennis, walked over to the pond to see us before we left. Here he talks about the mother bear and her cubs who live in the area. Unedited, straight video.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
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I think you got the titles mixed up, Mike! Let’s vote — “mother bear and her cubs” or “everyone’s gonna die” on this video?
Comment by Jennifer — August 21, 2006 @ 4:34 pm
At least this photo of the campfire ought to get my sister to stop claiming I’m the biggest pyro she knows. Oh, yeah, she really doesn’t know you all.
Comment by Jennifer — August 21, 2006 @ 4:35 pm
I think the title, though slightly deceptive sensationalist twaddle, is one of the best the blog’s seen yet! And I think that might be Debbie voicing it.
Comment by adam — August 21, 2006 @ 5:01 pm
I’ve yet to post a video of Drew doing a back flip over that fire.
The yoots raked the area clean before firing up the flames. I’m thinking they’re dreaming of a winter trip where that kind of heat would be beneficial.
Comment by michael — August 21, 2006 @ 7:54 pm
The title of the other one was appropriate enough for it — and I liked it too. My comment here was on the ACTUAL content of the video for this one … not exactly as advertised.
Michael, how are you doing?
Comment by Jennifer — August 21, 2006 @ 10:30 pm
Gosh, you’re right, Michael — I DID ask! Good answer; you covered it all and more connectedly than I conceived you might. (I’m talking about “A Letter To My Mother”)
I find myself missing (and wanting to talk to) my mother much more this August as my younger heads off to college than I have for a while. This event brings my leaving for college into focus — more so than my older one leaving, since I’m the youngest in my family of origin.
And my leaving for college was very casual. I was actually mad/sad about the casualness, but it seemed to be tradition (as leaving home — and not as part of an exchange program — for at least a year after 10th grade was a tradition in my family). My parents didn’t seem interested in making the 6 hour each way trip to Cornell from western Mass., and the son of an acquaintance was going too. … long story that I still remember every detail of — I’m still bitter about it. I mistakenly understood the car to be his and gave him money for gas but it eventually, clearly, emerged that the trip and car were his mother’s and he never acknowledged to her that I had given him money. I couldn’t think of a way (and I tried for the entire 6 hours) to not seem incredibly ungrateful to her without breaking some unwritten rule of conduct — or paying twice, which I literally couldn’t afford to do.
But I seem to be skirting the issue. Actually, THAT seems to be the point.
Comment by Jennifer — August 25, 2006 @ 10:34 pm