My wife and I recently went on a 1,250 mile (roundtrip) vacation. It was in multiple stages; first up was Schroon Lake in the eastern Adirondack Mountains followed the next day by a road trip across Vermont and New Hampshire which ended at the Atlantic seacoast in York, Maine. And then the return trip with a stopover at one of the world’s best used bookstores, Berry Hill Bookshop in Deansboro, NY.
Am I going to blog about that? Will I be spending copious amounts of digital ink writing about the Adirondacks and how much I have loved them since childhood? Or about the quaint rural scenery crossing Vermont? Or how New Hampshire seemed to be not much different from central or western New York? How about the majesty of the Atlantic storm swells crashing against the rocks by the Nubble Lighthouse in Maine? Or my wife’s ecstatic happiness over finally seeing an ocean for the first time in her life? Nope! None of that! What am I, a travel writer? (Actually, maybe later I will. 😉 )
No. What I am going to blog about is a mysterious and gruesome death scene we saw while driving up the on-ramp of Exit 12 for the I-89 Southbound interstate in New Hampshire.
Squirrels. Dozens of them; nay, make that hundreds of dead squirrels littering the on-ramp and its shoulders. If that wasn’t enough, the carnage extended for quite a distance along the right two lanes of I-89 Southbound.
Neither of us could figure out what had happened. What could have caused such a monstrous scene? I wish I had photos. Despite have two pretty good cameras, both were not considered we never thought of them. Besides, at highway speeds we couldn’t have gotten decent pictures anyway.
For all intents and purposes it looked like the aftermath of a Great Squirrel War and these were the unfortunates who lost their lives in whatever cause they believed in. Or some public mass execution of squirrel criminals by the local squirrel authorities.
Who can say, but we had never seen such a thing ever before.
NOTE: despite the somewhat humorous tone of this piece, it did happen. We really did see hundreds of dead squirrels lining the roadway.
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