223rd day- 142 days follow
Fair wonderful day.
I picked a couple of quarts of blueberries on my point. And I took the boat around to the West Cove and towed my raft back to the point. It had drifted away.
I pulled up another patch of small underbrush in front of the camp.
Thel and I went fishing this afternoon. She caught a small blue gill and when I took it off the hook it had one of my hooks in its mouth with about six inches of nylon gut sticking out in front of it.
I bet it is the only roach in the pond swimming around with a nylon feeler.
When we came home we met Tillie coming into the road. She stopped and got stuck.
Thel and I stopped at Chris Swift’s old bog to look for arrowheads, and someone had been in there hunting today. We got two small broken pieces.
Arrowheads Up the Hill 