Today is September 12, 2016 and I am writing about our adventures at the Beaver pond.  Tom and I hop on the 4 wheeler or the Komasaki Mule and ride to the river around dusk.  It is nearly a mile to walk, so we ride.
Settling ourselves in our nice, comfy adirondack chairs, we get our cameras ready to capture any activity.  It is peaceful and serene at our spot.  There is a slight trickle of water going through the tiny logs in the dam that the beavers have so carefully made.  The sunlight dwindles and reflections from the trees fill the pond.
Suddenly one of us spots a beaver swimming and alerts the other.  Tom on his Kindle and I on my tablet might miss the fun.  We gasp in amazement as the skillful swimmers cover lots of water pretty fast.  We are delighted with the sight and can't wait for another day to make our way down to this idyllic spot.  What a treasure we have in our woods. We have lots of animals and are very careful not to frighten any of them when we traverse the many paths in the woods.  Tom and I created may trails when we first moved here some 16 years ago and had such fun making them.  Now we are unable to make new ones, but are happy to travel on the old paths.  I would say that those early years were filled with activity, which we can no longer do, but instead of being sad that we can no longer do,  we revel in what we can still manage.
Having Beth and her Charlie here makes life so much easier for us and they are now taking care of the trails for us.  It is a happy community and like the Beavers working together in their community, we work together in ours.  It is a happy life.