We had a quiet Thanksgiving. I was home for a change. Marylynn got the bird in the oven early and the sides were all ready to go. We took the downtime and went for a short walk. We have a trail that starts a couple of 100 yards up the street from our house. It runs for about half a mile along the East Branch of the Saco river. It was a beautiful New England day. Of course, I looked for where the Brookies might be hiding.