Summer Vignettes

We set out on foot. It was cool, but not cold. Our backpacks had more camera gear than food and clothes. It seemed as though we lost the path; it was flooded and the trail disappeared. We noticed beaver chews on the smaller trees and branches. With shoes removed and pants rolled up, we waded through a marshy thicket for what seemed like too long, carefully avoiding sharp rocks and branches. Finally we met up with a trail; unsure of where it would lead, at least we were out of the flooded beaver dam. As dusk set in, we found our way to another lean-to and set up our tents. We never saw the beavers.