An exciting adventure looking at the land and the people around me.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Over Hill, Over Dale
Mile Hill Lake has been one of my favorite kayak venues. Fishing comes and goes, with some nice bass. This lake always has a good selection of birds and marine life to watch when fishing is slow. I spent one day after another trying to get a good photo of a Belted Kingfisher, without any luck. I watched as a beaver built a new home far in the back and hoped to see a new family this spring. I watched a mink den and never did see more than their tiny footprints until one day seeing them flee from my oppressive shadows. Fall is rounding up, one dusting of snow reminded me of the future of boating may come to a halt. Coming home one day I found the rural fire department at my home. School was out for the day and matches on my deck made it fun for some youngsters to start a fire in the huge piles of leaves in my tiny yard. The wind sent it across the yard and it attacked a shed, and worse of all a pair of kayaks. All that is left is a small green and yellow mark on the ground. I couldn't believe how the plastic burnt, but it was so hot it fueled the shed. Inside were all my lawn and garden tools, and a few good memories. When the insurance guy came he offered little encouragement to repair. I will have to submit replacement receipts and he will determine from previous age of belongings what value he would contribute. One of my bikes that I use for tours will never be returned at 25 years old. When I first bought it I maxxed out a card to get a matching pair. At least the children were safe and hopefully learned a lesson. I can't be too bitter, they met a hand on the seat I am sure. I had enjoyed their visits and relived my childhood with them a few times. Life goes on, out on the prairie.