Thursday Travels: Picnic

A stop along the Cabot Trail.  Cape Breton Highlands National Park.  Nova Scotia.  (8 June 2012)

A stop along the Cabot Trail. Cape Breton Highlands National Park. Nova Scotia. (8 June 2012)

Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake.  It was the most beautiful evening, with the lake as blue as a cornflower and the sky flecked with rosy clouds.  They held their hard-boiled eggs in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other, munching happily.  There was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into.

‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George.

~ Enid Blyton, Five Go Off in a Caravan

It is not sunset, but it is time to stop for a picnic lunch and relax before our next hike.  Although we weren’t able to complete the entire Glasgow Lakes Look-Off Trail, we still managed to hike for a few hours, rock hopping and wading through the stream that was the trail.  (See last week’s Thursday Travels if you’re not sure what I’m going on about.)  A little rest and refueling were in order.  I agree with George.  Food does taste better when I’m eating it outdoors.

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323: Coyote Came Calling

Early morning view of the trees at the back of the pond

M and I had a new alarm wake us up early this morning.  A coyote came calling right outside our bedroom window.  We might not have heard him if it had been a warmer night with the windows closed and the air conditioning on.  If you’ve never heard a coyote howling, you can listen (and watch) here.  It was the first time I’ve heard one so clearly and closely.  I had no doubt at all about what it was.

The howl is one the coyote’s most significant qualities.  It is generally accepted to be primarily a social gesture.  It can express loneliness, warn of danger, or call for assistance.  It touches the soul of whoever hears, reminding us of our primal connections.

~ Ted Andrews

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