Summertime in the Belgrades
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Dial 9-1-1 and they appear. They assess the situation, stabilize injuries, reassure everyone at the scene and set up a perimeter. Best of all, they take charge. They are the first responders, the EMTs, the volunteers.
I found this precious, scrapbook-style, colorful book last fall at the Charleston Southern University library in South Carolina. It was exhilarating to peruse the art work meticulously done by Sweet, many collages, and clever drawings beyond photos in this very well-done children's biography of E.B. White.
As part of our focus on non-point source pollution, I'll discuss gravel roads. Here in Maine, and particularly around our lakes and ponds, we frequently need to travel on and frequently are responsible for a gravel camp road or our own gravel driveway. Those road surfaces often collect and direct runoff into our lakes, ponds, streams, and wetlands.
Like most towns in the 1950s and '60s, Belgrade had its share of youth, who upon getting their driver's licenses, used their cars for much more than transportation. We drag-raced on a marked, quarter-mile stretch just south of Belgrade Lakes Village on Route 27. We called it Dalton's Flats or just "The Flats."
The third Saturday in July was the annual loon count in Maine, coordinated by Maine Audubon. Every year over 1000 volunteers, of which I am one, attempt to count all the loons on a couple hundred Maine lakes at the same time.