While I was down around the Waskesiu River, this crow started to check me out in a very weird Edgar Alan Poe type fashion. If anything happens to me in the next little while, blame the crow.
Oliver (the kid that hates getting wet) coming out of Lake Waskesiu. He doesn’t look pleased.
A family of elk that I met while in Waskesiu with the family.
We got up early this morning and spent the day tooling around Waskesiu, shopping, exploring the Waskesiu Riffle Weir, and just relaxing. It was a spectacular way to spend a Sunday.