Fran and I went up to Baltimore today, visiting some of the sites mentioned in Claudia's book. After lunch we found ourselves on Millers Island Road, just beyond a section of marsh called the Blackmarsh Wildlands. We parked our car at 12th St. (where Claudia said to park) and walked back along the shoulder to see if we could scare anything up in this marsh area. We were approached by three separate automobiles, all driving at very high rates of speed. As they drew close, they pulled closer and closer to the edge of the road, seemingly trying to scare us with their proximity. Then, a short time later, a car full of teenagers came down the road at a more sedate speed, so that we would have no trouble at all hearing the obscenities that they were shouting at us, I suppose. Finally, yet another car full of teens came flying along and they threw a full cup of Coke at us, luckily missing both of us. Will some one please tell me what the heck is the problem up in this part of town? Why this antipathy to birders? Or is this just a sample of the type of populace to be found in this lovely part of Baltimore? Disgusted and bummed out, Norm =============== Norm Saunders Colesville, MD osprey@ari.net