Here we are, cozy at camp for this first weekend of November.
The wall clock says 1:30 because I like to get a headstart on the fall switch back to standard time.
Not much change in the forecast for continuing clouds, but we're enjoying the occasional break and sunny hints this afternoon. Dare I imagine a slim sunset this evening before 5 o'clock on the new time?
I checked my trail cams when we got here a couple hours ago and saw a nice short video of a wolf visit since we left last Sunday. Judging by the huge, magnificent, bushy tail as he passed by my sweet smelling smoker in the Palace, I have to predict a harsh winter ahead.
The birds are feeding enthusiastically at the feeder. Chickadees have been joined already this afternoon by Nuthatches, Redpolls, and Whiskeyjacks, all shucking their nuts and sunflower seeds.
A shortage of sun for the past week and the accumulation of snow on the solar panels have combined to leave our batteries a bit on the low side, so in conservation mode we have dispensed with our usual music. As much as I love the background ambience of that music I'm really enjoying the silence without the songs.
Somehow, the afternoon seems to invite a warm Spanish coffee and a pleasurable cigar.