I promised myself that I would add one of these stories here every time I told one. I tell them at one point or another throughout the summer. There will be no chronology - not yet anyway - nor will there be much of a schedule. You never know; I might add a story every day and I might not. This is my life. Every day is an adventure.


Sunday, July 5, 2015

Midsummer Happenings

So - King fishing season is almost over; the last of our guests leave tomorrow morning and I'm off as soon as I get the cabins turned over and ready for the next group of people when they arrive. I'll be back in the groove there next Friday until the third week of August.

Some interesting things I saw on the river, driving to and from work:

A couple weeks ago, I was tootling along home paying attention to the water in front of the boat so I don't run into any sticks, or heaven forbid, logs. Such things hitting the motor is a bad thing, or it can be. Anyway, I look up to make sure I'm aimed where I want to go - into the mouth of the slough that leads home. Blow me away, but I see this big root ball right where I want to drive. I had to slow down because I can't see the rest of the tree; I have to figure out where I can drive. I mean, the tree wasn't blocking the whole channel but how big it was would dictate which side of the tree I chose. It wasn't a big tree, thank goodness, so it wasn't blocking anything - it was just a nuisance. I think my driving past it eventually caused it to roll over and the water did the rest. Off down the river it went.

A few days ago I was tootling TO work this time and I spotted this funny looking big log floating down the river - not in my way and not any kind of hazard, but it was funny looking so I took a second look. Even as I was driving past it, it looked like it was floating kind of oddly. As I got closer, I realized what I was seeing wasn't any kind of log, it was a cow moose and her two calves. All I could see were their heads very close together and their big ears sticking up. They were crossing the river. Moose do that all the time. I think they turned around and went back.

Other goings ons:

There were two grouse families on my trail, but I think one of the mommas was a new momma, cause the second time I saw them all the babies were with one momma. It happens. I once saw a momma duck with like twenty babies. Now that was a sight to see. I saw the grouse family once since then - boy do those babies grow fast.

At the lodge, in the back yard, we have a momma tweety bird (don't know what kind it is). Anyway, these birds nest on the ground and this little momma has her nest in a not so cool location. Her cover is like a large dandelion leaf and a half dozen blades of grass. She has four little eggs in there. I hope this break will give her the peace she needs to raise her babies. Those eggs are maybe twice the size of a pea.

That's the cool things. I could go on with some of the negative things, but I won't bore you with my rant. It is what it is, and I shall prevail.