Today there was a mass exodus of campers. From sixteen sites filled we are down to four, counting us. The other three are up at the other end, leaving us in our own private world. Just like that the weather turned lovely and the bugs abated. For only the second time this year, I was able to go swimming. A few more days like this and I will have my summer tan.
Ranger Bob claims that the campground will be mostly empty from now on. School starts in only two to three weeks and football practice has already begun. Families have other things to think about now.
Our neighbors with the three big dogs in their medium sized tent have decamped. I will probably write a short story about them one of these days. Wade suggested a title: "Three Dog Night."
So today we sat by the fire or we sat at the beach. I am reading Johnny Tremain, one of those books I should have read when I was young but never got around to. It's on the list of books for the Muehl Public Library's adult summer reading program. I'll finish it by tomorrow, then will only have two others to go.
So, it would be a "Peaceable Kingdom" here at Laura Lake but anyone who has studied nature knows such a thing does not exist. I brought two five pound bags of peanuts for the chipmunks. We now have four of the beasties vying for the nuts, and that means chippie wars. They come from four directions. When one spots another there is much squeaking and scratching until one runs off, the other in pursuit, while a third comes rushing in for the spoils.
Gary filled five hummingbird feeders with nectar. There seem to be only two " bumblebirds" feeding but if they meet each other, there's another battle.
Nature is frenetic right now getting ready for winter. The loons have finished their parenting duties. This afternoon they were splashing around in sheer joy from what we can tell. As we watched an eagle swooped down and caught a fish. Even the chipmunk behavior makes sense. They aren't as chubby as last year's batch. They need to get ready to hide in their burrows on a pile of peanuts.
So our days go. In less than a week, we move up to Lake Ottawa for another two weeks. We always end the season at Laura Lake. I will be home once in a while but Gary doesn't expect to return to Seymour until mid-October. The nights are cool, the days warm and sunny. These are the glory days when I fill my soul with enough sunshine to put off winter.
Ranger Bob claims that the campground will be mostly empty from now on. School starts in only two to three weeks and football practice has already begun. Families have other things to think about now.
Our neighbors with the three big dogs in their medium sized tent have decamped. I will probably write a short story about them one of these days. Wade suggested a title: "Three Dog Night."
So today we sat by the fire or we sat at the beach. I am reading Johnny Tremain, one of those books I should have read when I was young but never got around to. It's on the list of books for the Muehl Public Library's adult summer reading program. I'll finish it by tomorrow, then will only have two others to go.
So, it would be a "Peaceable Kingdom" here at Laura Lake but anyone who has studied nature knows such a thing does not exist. I brought two five pound bags of peanuts for the chipmunks. We now have four of the beasties vying for the nuts, and that means chippie wars. They come from four directions. When one spots another there is much squeaking and scratching until one runs off, the other in pursuit, while a third comes rushing in for the spoils.
Gary filled five hummingbird feeders with nectar. There seem to be only two " bumblebirds" feeding but if they meet each other, there's another battle.
Nature is frenetic right now getting ready for winter. The loons have finished their parenting duties. This afternoon they were splashing around in sheer joy from what we can tell. As we watched an eagle swooped down and caught a fish. Even the chipmunk behavior makes sense. They aren't as chubby as last year's batch. They need to get ready to hide in their burrows on a pile of peanuts.
So our days go. In less than a week, we move up to Lake Ottawa for another two weeks. We always end the season at Laura Lake. I will be home once in a while but Gary doesn't expect to return to Seymour until mid-October. The nights are cool, the days warm and sunny. These are the glory days when I fill my soul with enough sunshine to put off winter.
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