The thermometer in Dennis's car read 21 degrees, but with the wind chill near Cobbosseecontee Stream, it had to have been closer to zero. Bridget and I drove by this lovely body of water yesterday, on the way to the butcher shop to pick up the smoked parts of the half pig we recently bought. Today, I knew I had to return with the camera. Dennis accompanied me, and he was amused by how quickly I was clicking off the shots. I wanted good photos, but even more, I wanted to get back to the warmth of the car.