On Sunday night I had a pair of odd dreams. In the first one which was quite geeky, I was trying to write some software but the documentation wasn't clear so I didn't know how to do it. I was complaining to someone and didn't want to appear to negative and then I realized I was talking to Bill Gates. In the second one I was apparently a baseball manager and was discussing with Manny Ramirez his outrageous behavior (he had plenty of it while on the RedSox). I was trying to be diplomatic and still in the middle of this he called me a racist. Huh?
The view of Kettle Pond from Owl's head:
Some of the viewers (Robert, Sean, Chris, Peter, Howard, Rich, Jeff):
A lovely piece of graffiti on the building on the top:
Robert and Chris in the building:
A fallen tree stump in the woods along the trail: