Saturday, November 10, 2007
critters and cobbler
the sun was out today, glinting off the lake in such a hypnotic way that i didn't really do anything but stare at it for hours. drank coffee in front of the lake. ate a bagel in front of the lake. watched RedBeard throw rocks in the lake like it was the greatest activity ever invented. i took a stroll down the beach with our superb hostess and a book of animal tracks, identifying that there are quite possible coyotes, wolves, and bobcats prowling around out there. and a dead seagull. that one's not prowling, though, just lying there. all the animals are hiding from us so we're just collecting their paw prints like forensic photographers and waiting for them to appear and declare themselves. now we're back in the toasty warm cottage, three lounging about with laptops like a wireless advertisement, and one (of the bearded, napping type) snoring on the couch. making silent promises to ourself not to fill up on fried fish and potatoes tonight, so we'll have room for the blackberry cobbler. the boys will be drinking Edmund Fitzgerald porter on account of today being the anniversary of the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. these are the only kinds of activities on our agenda.