Photo essay follows:
If you can't make this out, it says: DRUMS. DRUMS IN THE DEEP.
Someone feeds the feral cats inside here:
A very tiny tortle (like, slightly bigger than a silver dollar):
The Jeff prepares to shoot the Union Pond dam:
(he's kidding, I promise)
It's okay, really: the kayaks draft deeper than the outflow.
The Jeff found two nonviable goose eggs on the island:
And I found a bird's nest:
And then we went home. No beavers this time, but The Jeff spotted a lodge:
This is where I live. Isn't it pretty?