http://thisisthewilderness.com/portfolio/the-system/ There’s a swimming hole on my way home from work, so I can stop off and go for a swim before dinner. Yesterday as I was disrobing to get in who swam by me but a beaver, moving slowly but steadily upstream. He didn’t seem to mind my presence until I got in the water, when he slapped the water with his tail and dove under. I never saw him again. I presume he had some important business to attend to upstream. [I should be able to update this with some photos of beaver trees by the swimming hole.]
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