Charles came to hunt ducks and camp with Tom and his family. So we all met out at Pidgeon River Dam on Sat and Sun. It was a joy to see all the kids having so much fun. The hunters got a few ducks and we got plenty of camp fire smoke, too. Lila and I talked about going to Europe in March. It might be a lot of talk or it could turn into a real plan. As we sat in a camp circle eating our burgers and beans a great gaggle of geese flew over. They were quite high but their voices carried to us below. Of course, I thought of that old verse: "Something told the wild geese it was time to go. Although the fields lay golden, something whispered 'Snow'."