"And Vermont," Max said. "He sways in the wind. The idea came to me when I first saw the clearing. I knew I had to do it." "Must have been fun getting it up." "I built the perch first, got it solid, and then I made a temporary walkway out of two by sixes, H shaped. We pulled Stone Man out to the end with a come-along, a couple of inches at a time. It was awesome. Bunch of guys helped. We had a few brews." "I'll bet. I like this, Max." "It'll be cool to see him in winter and then in spring. Deer will come. Chickadees . . . " "I'd love to have one of these pictures." "I have a bunch of them at home. I'll send you one when I get back." "Been a long time since I've seen Kate's mom," Joe said. "She's married now. I've never met her husband." "I got here yesterday," Max said. "Lot of people around, but I haven't seen Sally. Jackson's folks rented a house, too. Jackson's cool." "I'm glad they're getting married," Joe said. "Me, too. So, want to come out with me?" Max drove out of town, through open country, and along a dirt road to a house at the top of a heathery field that sloped broadly down to the water. Hedges enclosed a back lawn where a long table was covered with a white cloth. Several chairs were positioned on the grass by an aluminum keg. Kate was in the kitchen preparing the buffet, directing a small army of friends. "Dad! Oh, good!" She gave him a hug. "Nice shirt!" She introduced him to Audrey, Jonathan, Monica . . . Names blurred together. "A great event, Kate." He cut a piece of cheddar and broke off the end of a loaf of French bread. He pointed at a quart mason jar. "What's this?" "Pear and ginger chutney." "Yumm." He walked out on the front porch. Jackson was throwing a Frisbee to a border collie--honey colored, white at the throat--scrambling and leaping against a background of blue gray water, boats, and a distant wooded shore. Joe could remember nothing in his life as assured and as photogenic. He was happy for Kate and Jackson. This weekend was a parent's reward; he accepted it gratefully. Yet it was hard to relax. He had social duties, and, besides, he was increasingly something other or more than a parent. Jackson rubbed the dog's head and threw the Frisbee as far as he could. He came over and shook hands. "Congratulations," Joe said. "Thank you. How was your trip?" "Fine, that's some ferry! Fast." "Did you come on the Clipper?" "Yes." "She's a hummer," Jackson said. "We drove to Anacortes and took the car ferry." "Are your folks here, Jackson?" "They'll be over later. Have you met . . . " There was more frisbee throwing. Joe wandered around the house to the back lawn. Kate's old boyfriend was standing by the keg. "Hey, Rolf." "Hello, Joe." "A great event. Nice to see you. How's the history going?" "It progresses," Rolf said. "I have written several papers on the early Scandinavian settlers in the northwest. You might be surprised to learn that only twenty years after the first settlement . . . "