I have started Nevada Barr's latest novel, Winter Study
It is set in Isle Royale National Park in midwinter, and Barr, whose latest efforts seemed to be lapsing into chick lit, has raised her personal bar on this one. A group of wolf researchers seemed to be stalked by . . . something, and everyone is on the edge of going mad, I tell you, completely mad.
Or in Barr's words, "A crazy-making current was running through the island." I suspect the explanation will be prosaic, but the build-up is fun.
Meanwhile, after two days (!) of later-summer rains, M. is starting to crack. She mutters about living in the Pacific Northwest. She talks to moths. We had better dry her out soon.
Still, August rains mean mushrooms. Blogging will drop off after Sunday, for we are are going mushroom hunting.
For mushrooms, I favor a light, expanding bullet. Shot placement is everything.