Not a bad place to live…

Admittedly it’s not always with a hop, skip, and a jump that we drag one of our carcasses up to the Arena each early morning during birthing season to see what gifts our due girls may have bestowed upon us. Having said that though, even my half awake, uncaffeinated self gets a little slack jawed and awestruck when I look out from the parking area up there and see the view at left. This particular shot is looking south-eastward across the Connecticut River (just 2+ miles away as the crow flies) and into New Hampshire.