Some big props arrive in the fog

T Tawanda at rest.

Steward George Fields had just finished this bench, halfway up, near the glacial striations sign. I was the first person to sit on it. I did not carve my initials in the bench. You'll just have to trust me.

You may have last seen Matt Kent hanging by one hand from the backhoe. Here he is as a scary gull. But Matt is very shy, otherwise.


The BIG porcupine in the mist.

And the porcupine with a person.

Rick and the backhoe on the road.

The backhoe and the tower on their way into the quarry.

Seduced by the promise of a look at the big porcupine, the bigger backhoe and the slender tower, I went back to the quarry on Wednesday, drifting down to Stonington along with the fog. I turned onto Oceanville Road, but could go no further. Two of the stars of Q2: Habitat, were taking up the road. Rick Weed and the backhoe were going toward the quarry, but they had stopped to talk to Charlie Peabody in his truck, headed the other way. They blocked the road for a while, then split. I followed the backhoe down the road.

The dancers were hanging out in the mist, having just finished working, and about to do some more. Meanwhile, some were lying on the ground, as if a fog-tan was the goal; others practiced lifts, while Tawanda perched, first on a rock, then on the structures that look like outlines of little houses.

And the porcupine was a big as expected. Full of puppeteers, it lumbered across the quarry. The fog was sliding in, they had hours of rehearsal left, and I was hungry. I went home, hoping for better weather. We'll see.