Call of the Wild

So close, yet so far
Another trip to the lake and this time sans Monsieur Sigurd - just me and the ducks. (For you readers who don't know Sigurd - he's my horny cousin who lives next door at the lake. He travels to France every summer and is a bit of a toad. More about him in another entry. Stay tuned.)

For me, the best part about visiting the lake are the smells. I had my nose to the ground the whole time and hardly ever looked up - only once to notice that there were ducks in site. There is just so much to sniff out that I didn't have time to take a break. I sniffed from the moment we arrived to the moment we left. I sniffed my way all the way up to the neighbor's house in back, but was stopped in my tracks before I could crash their barbecue. Maybe next time.