Rural Isolation
Connected with Civilization Sunday May 23rd Pale Swallowtail I write this post sitting on the deck as the sun goes down. The volume from the bees on the Rhododendron declines as the chorus from the frogs in the pond and lake intensifies. The trout are breaking surface every few minutes, sending pebble-thrown ripples across the top of the mirror like finish. The frogs seem to have taken over the shallower, weed filled pond above the lake. Club 63 members may remember another pond with noisy sunset frogs from past excursions! After a weary day of packing and unpacking on Saturday, we have stayed close to base today. A morning walk down to Mixal Lake and several exploratory jaunts around the cabin and local tracks have kept Jack and me occupied. We have a family of Garter Snakes in part of the garden with two adults and two juveniles soaking up the sun, together with a Western Alligator Li zard who seems to share the same set of rocks as...