During my hours along the peacefully gurgling river, I encountered a beaver along the river bank at close range. It freaked and barreled towards me. I stepped out of the way, hoping it was just panicked, not rabid.
It charged right past me and into the water. A few minutes later it started slapping the water with its tail, making a loud splashy boom.
I also saw a group of deer crossing the river in the mist. It was magical. And naturally, I was in absolutely the wrong place to take pictures of it. I was standing in a bunch of trees as feeling returned to my feet after having overtopped my water proof boots getting these photos:
I spent a little more time, getting some shots of the river bank scenery, and then headed for home.
As I headed for home, a nap, and then work, I had my final wildlife sighting of the day. A kingfisher came flying down the river, turned towards me for a second or two, then veered away violently to the far side of the river. Guess it realized I was there.
Not a single person did I see while I was in the park.
Not a single person did I see while I was in the park.
