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Little Allagash Falls It’s the weekend before Easter and for the third year in a row I’m at Little Allagash Falls watching the star studded show On center stage is the big dipper framed in shadowy firs I don’t think these actors ever have to rehearse I have never been here, in the summer or fall but the weekend before Easter, I seem to hear a call So, I come out here and camp on the snow to wake in my sleeping bag and enjoy the show Conditions are perfect with a little snow on the crust Traveling here, snowshoes are an absolute must This time of year with a change of a few degrees I would sink in the snow up over my knees The temperature tonight is around zero or below I’ve got a good sleeping bag, I’ve tried it out, I know So with a sheet of poly under my foam pad this is a better bed than a lot I have had I chuckle as I think of the otter above the falls today I sat there for over an hour and watched him play He’d climb up on the ice of the pond and run and slide right off the edge and into the icy water he would dive Last year the falls were completely encased in ice I could barely hear the water, the sound of the falls is nice I’ll take home a few pictures but most folks still won’t believe I love to sleep out here beneath the trees that have no leaves from Living on the Edge volume two in a collection of poetry by Lloyd Archer © 2009 Pam Crawford, Presque Isle