A beautiful day, a boat that's been dry far too long, friends eager to get outside...only one choice when you have a springtime trifecta. You load up the vehicles and head to the river.
I know I heard this Chick-a-dee say, "well, there you are, we've missed you." I've missed you too little bird.
"Follow us, we know where the fun is."
I've only seen mink twice on the Rogue, but perhaps that's an indication I need to paddle it more often. He wasn't the least bit shy with us. In fact, B stayed behind to take pictures and said the little guy kept popping out of his hole as if he were playing. I see a downed Sycamore in the background, one of my favorite trees because of the bark.
That's a heckuva tree for the beaver to be dropping, and it won't be fun to try to get around once it's in the water. Maybe they've become bored and won't drop it after all.
Yep, that's a very pleasant start to the new paddling season. Next up?
But wait, I had the oldest grandson say he didn't want to come along. What!?! I need to have a face-to-face with that child because I know he loves the outdoors. Must they grow up?