The New Year arrived and rolled in thick fog to accompany my morning walk. My first stop was to check for Gus the old beaver of Crystal Springs. A few mornings earlier, I'd watched him glide through two daffy ducks and right into his tiny lodge made of grass, reeds and a downed tree. It was quite the Oregon marvel and I relished every moment of it.
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year!
The New Year arrived and rolled in thick fog to accompany my morning walk. My first stop was to check for Gus the old beaver of Crystal Springs. A few mornings earlier, I'd watched him glide through two daffy ducks and right into his tiny lodge made of grass, reeds and a downed tree. It was quite the Oregon marvel and I relished every moment of it.