I went to pick up the new outhouse for the riverside camp yesterday afternoon. On the way back, I saw a beaver sitting next to a ditch on the side of the road. We stopped and it walked into the water, then swam away into the woods up the stream. One of the guys spotted a baby beaver sitting near where the adult had been. We watched it for a few minutes, as well as listened to it call for it’s mother. Baby beavers may be the cutest creatures of all time. We didn’t stay long as we didn’t want to scare it or the mom. But man, was it cute.
I talked with my son about the beaver and the new riverside camp. We’ve had previous conversations about naming it in the Jack Mountain tradition. A name we tossed around after the northern Quebec expedition this past winter was Beaver-Tucky (Thanks to Zander, Robbie and Sam). My son said it was a sign, and that we had to call it Beaver-Tucky. So Beaver-Tucky it is.