When I was around 12, I had my first insight into a deeper level of nature. We used to spend the summer at the Russian River, and one evening around sunset I was walking through a hay field and saw a mouse scurry by. I stopped and held still and soon more mice came out. I stood there for like 20 minutes. It was next to a haystack, which was like a mouse skyscraper, and the mice ran all over the friggin place, carrying stuff, chatting, almost climbing over my shoes. They thought I was a tree. It was this busy little society, seldom seen by humans. I was practically ecstatic.
The room I stay in at Louie's (see below) is in his shop. His house is on the other side of the river. To get there you ride in a bosun's chair 500' across the river on a cable. I went across Wed. night to have dinner. (I shot a video of the ride, which I'll put on YouTube next week.) We roasted 2 wild ducks, and had them with a salad, Louie's homemade Syrah wine, and an apple pastry he whipped up for desert. Oh yeah, a few shots of tequila and olives before dinner. Listened to music of the '40s, then CD of The Harder They Come while we ate … we old guys, like, know how to have a good time.