|6 a.m. Sunday morning|
“Did you see the swan hatchlings?”
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Alex and Penny joined us for the best dinner yet of the summer. Two wonderful salads (pumpkin stuffed pasta with garlic and fresh Ontario strawberries with St. Augere blue); roasted red pepper and grilled steak. Rob tried rubbing olive oil on the meat prior to barbecuing and it held in the juices nicely. For dessert: ½ a chocolate and pecan tart with a spoonful of vanilla bean ice cream. Mmmm.
As night was falling, a beaver was sighted waddling onto shore. I approached as quietly as I could, managing to get about 5 feet before trying to take a photo. Glossy black and HUGE, it retreated to the water, swimming a bit and then heading back in to pick up a twig or two. 5 or so humans chasing after it like shorebirds, trying to get a decent shot. Dusk was descending, so I only managed to capture an image that looked like the Loch Ness, all fuzzy and out of focus.
(aside: Bob C. was passing by when I said “best tart ever” which started a cascade of tart jokes. Imagine the creative riffing that took place when the beaver was sighted! I felt like I was at a stand-up comedy club for a bit.)
Slept overnight on the boat and woke up to this glorious day.