While you read this I am probably watching majestic mooses cavort in their woodland homes. There are no mosquitoes flying about, but I can see a rainbow descending into the moody mists of Lake Superior. Did I mention that the moose are majestic? Oh, and what's this? A patch of wild blueberries? Why, these are the best blueberries I've ever tasted! What's that moose nosing around at? It looks like some kind of chest. Could it be? NO! Yes! It is the lost treasure of the Voyageurs! Sacre bleu! Why, there must be 200 dollars worth of beaver pelts in there!
Hmm? Oh, what's that. Yes, yes. I must have sort of wandered. I suppose when one is nearing vacation one's mind begins to drift. My mind is out drifting just off the shore of Lake Superior. It is partly cloudy, 74 degrees. The lake is calm as I drift on my kayak. Loons bob in the water and the water is so clear that I can see far into its fathomless depths. There is something enormous down there in that translucent emerald green. Is that a shipwreck or something? No, it's moving. I think it might be a fish? But my god, that's not just any fish! I believe that is the legendary Monster Lake Trout of Grand Marais. The beast must be 30 feet long if it's an inch. I must have some fishing tackle here somewhere! I do, but, what's this? A moose is sitting on my fishing tackle! How did a moose get in my kayak?
Oh, right. Yes. I am back. Where am I? What am I doing?
No, no, not blogging, that's not it. I am shelving.
But soon I will be on vacation. Or did it already happen?