Wild Life

I bet you thought this would be about us, but it's not!

On our very first paddle we saw a black bear grazing in the shallows. We stilled our kayaks and watched quietly but it seemed quite unconcerned with us.

We also saw two bald eagles perched high in the trees and jumping porpoises in the distance.

Took a little walk after dinner to look at a lake close to the lodge.

"It's only about 50 metres" said Cal. It was too early in our trip for us to know that Cal's estimation of distance and time are at odds with reality. I was keen to see the lake and asked if we could go there before taking another walk along a logging road.

We plunged into the forest.

There is no real trail. That should have been our first clue. Obviously this isn't a lake where the staff go swimming. We soldier on, once again picking our way around the icky slugs.

"Anyone know anything about slugs?" asks Cal.

"No."

"About how they do it?"

"No."

"Well you should read about it, it's very inteesting."

"Why don't you just tell us since you know."

"Can't remember exactly, but it's very interesting."

"Is it like a clusterfuck?"


Well Cal, I looked it up and you're right, it is interesting how the slugs do it.

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