By Maryanna Gabriel
Well the island is flooded with tourists. We almost forgot what it is like here on a long weekend. Ganges in chockablock because today is Market Day. I have learned to adapt. I never go to town on a Saturday morning and for my lake swim I wake up early. It is usually quiet but only if I arrived at dawn.
Sometimes a Bald Headed Eagle surveys me from a tall dead tree but yesterday I was surprised by a quickly moving form in the water. It had a large head, too big to be a mink. Maybe it was an otter. Do otters live in lakes? I made as little movement as possible and studied him. Suddenly, he saw me and veered, and then dove. Slap, went his tail. Then it came to me. A beaver. A brief survey of the shoreline confirmed what I was looking for - the beginnings of a lodge. Close to a high traffic area too. Not the best choice of location but then maybe he was a cosmopolitan sort of fellow. One wonders how far he has traveled and from where.
