Beavers and no bugs…
Last weekend we were up north for four glorious days. Friday brought a series of tears, anger and frustration. A good friend of mine is swapping one province for another. Another (former?) friend of mine’s grandfather passed away. I went into a clothing store (I hate shopping). My world was not right.
I wanted silence. I wanted to forget sadness and be far away from clothing stores, cell phones and city people. But most of all, I wanted to see animals. April up north is great for two reasons: no allergies and no bugs. We walked through the bush and made enough noise to scare off the beaver from his working lunch.
We saw and heard the ruffed grouse, whose mating rituals are far more interesting and pleasant than people in their thirties. I’m looking at you, popped collar-”I’m on the Deloitte golf team” d-bags at the Bier Market (you will never again see me in that God forsaken place).
The best came last. On the way home, a prancing doe and later, a moose cow. No photos of those though… they’re always too quick.
E.T.A. Wow, unless you live in Alaska!