Banjo Man headed up to the cabin yesterday around 5:00. The afternoon was a bit cooler and breezier than previous days, so my mountain man decided he would take advantage of the weather and spend the night in the woods. He took enough food for three days, so I am not sure when he will return. I sent him with solar batteries, so he will be able to call me and keep me posted.

His recent blood test results showed no sign of the cancer returning. His treatment is still working and we are beyond grateful for the good news.

This was last night’s sunset as I sat on the porch, read the new C.J. Box novel (long-awaited but recently arrived on my Kindle from my RI library) and watched young ospreys practice flying from the safety of their nest.

Without Banjo Man’s chatty presence the evening was a quiet one. Once the sun set, I watched a rerun of PORT PROTECTION, ate a piece of angel food cake and went to bed at 9:30.

I never tire of the view.