The black flies joined in force trying to irritate and send us from camp fleeing. We waved them away, swatting fearlessly as they dispersed, but only for minutes at a time. Despite this late spring normalcy, we enjoyed a toodle around the pond. As usual winter mice invaded camp shredding paper to beat idleness. Once things are cleaned up the Keene Compound will be ready for a season of swimming, boating and fishing. Our not so secret secluded beach on the pond just might tease us to don our bath suits a tad too early; that is once the black flies have vacated Maine!