A raft of pond turtles sunning on a log like a scattered deck of cards barely looked up as a blue heron touched down lightly next to them. The heron fluffed his wing feathers and turned a black inscrutable eye skyward as the osprey sailed over riding a newly caught fish. In the distance I could hear baby osprey's screeching their begging call to any and all listeners. Ah such is my wilderness Wednesday, written on my schedule in ink, not cancelled for any reason. After skimming the lake in the morning on my single person outrigger canoe, I spent the afternoon in the Gifford Pinchot National Forest looking for bear tracks. I found plenty of people tracks, both subtle and ugly ones, like miles of flagging tape decorating innocent trees. I also found, right in the boot print of a weekend camper, a big black and shinny bear scat. The scat told me alot about what the bear had been doing for the weekend. The bear spent time grazing on tender green stuff down by the river and eating a whole lot of ants and grubs. He nosed the campfire ring left behind by the campers and followed in the boot prints of one hiker, leaving his version of email right in the track. Nice going. Hope your Wednesday was good too.
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