June 30th, 2003



We went canoeing yesterday morning, and it was fabulous. Cruised out through the sea of blooming waterlilies, poked around over by the mouth of the Sammamish, went down a little ways, experimented with turning around, then cruised the edge scaring the herons, who would eye us warily as we approached, then lift off on their enormous, almost ungainly wings, and move down a little ways to congregate in clusters of 3 or 4. I never realized how many of them haunt the lake - they're all over in the shallows, or sitting atop poles, logs, anything they can find.