National Park Service


How to Catch a Bat

As I read in bed, Bryon came in and got a strange look on his face. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. “I don’t want you to freak out, but there’s a bat right over your head.” I sprang out of bed like I’d been shot out of cannon. Right over…

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Loved to Death?

The line extended as far as the eye could see. “How much farther do you think the entrance gate is?” Bryon asked. “It’s got to be at least a mile.” I replied. “How many gates do they normally have at this entrance?” “At least three.  But usually seasonals are laid…

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Putting Down Roots

Somewhere along the way of my 17 years with the National Park Service, I started nesting.  Something in me became obsessed with having a place all my own, of setting down roots.  I think it was while working at Cape Cod National Seashore. Up until that time, I had led…

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