The Delaware Water Gap, where the Delaware River punches through the Appalachains. This side PA, far side NJ. The Water Gap was made famous by painters of the Hudson River School, then later by geologists.Though hypotheses abound, geologists aren't sure how the river sawed through the mountains. Anyway, I got Squatter stuck in the sand and had to flag down a passing truck with a winch to pull me out.
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The guy with the winch -- Michael -- was a paraplegic, so in order to describe the shape of my tow hooks I took this picture then carried the camera to him. The yellow loop is part of his "choker strap," used as an intermediary between the winch cable and my truck. I guess since Michael couldn't walk over rough terrain he had outfitted his truck to carry him over it.
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Chap in front of a covered bridge in New Hampshire.
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Chap retrieves to the Pennsylvania side of the Delaware River.
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Note how the rocks appear sunken. I think the sand froze and expanded around them. New Hampshire.
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The New Hampshire countryside.
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Hilary, Chap and Lily in the ladies' house. Capitol Hill, Washington DC.
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Chap on the unfinished railroad embankment where Thomas's Georgians fought hand-to-hand with hard-charging Yankee troops in the Battle of the Second Manassas. Accompanies Squatter's Log entry for Nov. 14.
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Heading into Galveston, TX. This was Chap's first visit to the ocean; he was almost as excited as he had been in the Wyoming snow. Chap has now marked his territory all the way from Montana to the Gulf of Mexico, a large range for such a small dog.
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Chap after our outing in the French Quarter, New Orleans. See November 1 entry in Squatter's Log.
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Here at Cedar Bluff Resevoir in Kansas Chap and I went for a swim. See Oct. 26 weblog entry.
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Windmills in Kansas. There are those who say windmills are useless as power generators and are spread across the plains only to appease unrealistic environmentalists. I don't know. All I'm saying is they're big -- that's Squatter parked at the windmill's toe. The thing is 295 feet high.
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This dates back to May and accompanies the Oct. 26 entry of Squatter's Log. Here Christy and Chelsea rode out from their family's farmhouse to pass the time with me one Kansas morning.
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A fine place for a haircut. Eastern Texas. Inside a sign proclaimed, "we try to uphold Christian standards." Patrons could be thrown out, the sign specified, for profanity or drunkenness. Though it may surprise some I did not leave the establishment until my hair was trimmed, and then on amicable terms.
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Fossils in a sandstone fencepost in Kansas.
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