Same area, the next morning. It was about 57 degrees, crisp cool and soooo quiet. I was ready to move up there. After taking these we headed up the door peninsula, and stopped for fuel at a small gas station. Beleive it or not, there was a gentleman working in the station, and his job for the morning was killing flies arund the picnic table. Oh man to have such a hard task first thing in the A.M.