I could see a bluish gray field of nothingness downhill and through the trees. Deciding it must be water, I decided to walk down to it and find out what it was. There was, however, no path to it and the walking got dicey in many places. I put my camera in my pocket and took no more photos until we reached the water's edge:
It was a very large beaver pond. Like many wild ponds, there was no clear shoreline but only a tangled web of trees, bushes and beaver-gnawed stumps. I couldn't get very close to it, but the dogs could:
Clover found a grassy knoll to explore while Daphne waded into the water for a drink:
They were having a grand time:
As for me, I simply marveled at the serene and wild beauty of it all:
Fergus came down to join the exploration of the water's edge:
And little Jack waded in - but not too far:
Seamus also came down to the water's edge but to my surprise, did not wade in:
I tried to search the far shore for openings, but saw none:
But there was nothing more to see, at least not within walking distance for me, so we turned back uphill, hoping to find the grassy lane again. I knew the footing was treacherous, so I put my camera back in my pocket. I'll post Part 3 tomorrow:
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