Shore lunch at noon. . .

Beautiful weather, but the fish weren't biting! Our one bit of excitement came one afternoon as we fished in a small cove of an island. Richard caught a big fish at the same moment that I snagged my lure on a rock. I released the uptake on my reel to spin the line out so it would not interfere with his catching

the 35 inch Northern. But then his reel broke and he had to pull the fish in by hand. I grabbed my camera to take a picture, and the battery was dead. That was the sum total of action for that day!

A fox has become a familiar visitor at Forrest Lodge. She recognizes no enemies among the owners and guests there and makes her rounds whenever she smells food cooking. One night she came on the deck to our cabin and looked right in the window at us.

Scott and Mary Jo, the camp owners, had previously had a wood chuck who would eat from their hands. This spring, "Digger" had a litter of five and one day the fox showed up and ate two woodchuck babies right before their eyes.
Even though they found this unforgiveable, the fox gradually moved in to replace Digger as the camp pet. Digger is still around, but keeps her distance.
Nature just is not "cute"; we have to accept wildlife just as it is.

Forrest Lodge, Armstrong, Ontario

I'm back after an absence. . .

A summerful of company, a bad cold, a computer virus, and a trip to Canada combined to keep me from writing in my blog for several weeks. I hope I have not lost all of my readers! I was aware of 40 or 50 friends in several states and a cousin in Australia who checked in periodically! Hope you have not given up on me. . . Carol