Ranger Tim’s notes from the log cabin are a reminder of the gentle world I just left behind.
I went over to the narrows to grab some of the oak logs that Mike Helferty cut there last year during his trail clearing fit. Suddenly there’s this strange mammalian sound out on the water, like Flipper. Maybe 50 yards offshore is a pair of river otters, shucking and jiving in the shallows, now and then raising their heads way up out of the water to watch me, and scolding loudly about the intrusion. They’re so animate and sprite-like, amazing storybook creatures. Did you ever see one?
Rainbow trout filet for lunch to commune with the piscophile neighbours.
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