Weekending……

Saturday was a normal work day around here.  I worked on a few orders, while I cleaned the studio and Ken worked in the yard, mowing the lawn and getting the pool ready to be filled.  Sadly there are a few holes in the pool ring, but so far it appears that the patches that Ken applied will work, but next year we are going to get a solid pool instead of my ghetto pool.

The weather prediction for Sunday was hot, hot, hot, so we loaded up the kayaks and headed off to a place called Campton Bog, which truly is in the middle of nowhere.  Such a serene place to plop your kayak in and spend an afternoon. 
This video gives you a sense of how it feels to be there.
(I apologize for the crappy video….this is new for me….and I still can not make that save button go away….grrr!)

Even though we did not "see" any wild life, we certainly saw and heard enough evidence that we were completely surrounded by wildlife.  We saw a number of beaver lodges that we carefully crept around because seriously, who wants to run into an angry beaver?  Not me!

We also heard the almost deafening sounds of the Bittern herons around us. An almost invisible bird to see as they are incredibly stealthy, but they are there all the same.  I have to believe that right now must be the time when there are a lot of new babies in the reeds because it was incredibly noisy.  Bitterns make a sound that sounds like it should be a frog.  We came across areas in the reeds that sounded like there had to be huge communities, given the crazy the amount of noise that we heard coming from those reeds.

My favorite part of the trip both coming and going was this beaver dam.  Last year it was easy to pass over but this year it was a good 2 feet higher which presented more of a challenge.  Ken scoped it out and we both pondered how we were going to get over it.  After a few minutes, Ken paddled up to it, drove his kayak in hard and then stepped out…and what a surprise he had..ha!  It was much deeper than he expected and short of capsizing he kayak, he managed to climb up on top of the narrow dam.
After watching Ken, I backed up and then powered my kayak hard, hoping to hit the top of the dam…nope, only 1/2 way up, so while Ken pulled my kayak up, I also used the thick twigs of the dam to hoist up the kayak.  Whew….we both made it over!
Let me tell you how much fun it was to fly over that dam on the way back!

We had a very enjoyable weekend in our corner of the world and I hope that you did too!

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