"The middens are what you get after people eat a
bucket of mussels or oysters and throw the shells aside, and after a
few
thousand years of this, the pile of shells is waist high and a
kilometer
long. "


I grew up on the northern tip of Manhattan island. When I was a baby
I'd play in the dirt by the shore of Spuyten Duyvil and come across
loads of oyster shells, but there haven't been any oysters there in a
very long time.

Awesome beautiful country and great photos in that album. The sunset
pictures are so beautiful they almost hurt the eyes to look at them.
I read about your encounter with the couger. Never heard of one coming
up to the campfire like taht. So much for animals being afraid of
fire. I had a fairly close encounter with a mountain lion down here in
the desert a couple of years ago.