Leaving latitiude 51
Well, it's Sunday and someone else is leading worship at the Church of the Ridge, a great someone, by the way, who also officiated a funeral this week in my absence. It feels odd not to be there, but to quote -- sort of -- a song released in the past 20 years or so, we're all under the same sky. Anyway, the bags are packed and out of our cabin. Breakfast is smelling heavenly and I would imagine there's activity on the dock at Blue Water Aviation 60 miles south.
Yesterday, our last day on the water, was a memorable one. We fished quietly before a shore , catching a few fish AND discovering a massive beaver dam, pictured here.
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