Duck, Duck, Fenway

 Today was all about the little tasks.  We wrestled the kayaks out of storage.  The new ladder and yard tools are stored away.  All the floors have been mopped and vacuumed.  The fridge and freezer clean.  Paul completed the LURC application and it has been mailed.  We have an upcoming appointment with a "new" contractor for the site work.  And I managed a couple loads of laundry.  (The last one hung out at 5pm and dry by 730p.)

Before dinner we headed to the lake.  With Fenway.  Ugh!  Not only did he poo (No bags, Paul had to use a napkin) but he decided the ducks were too close and barking was the solution.  In the mountains there is an echo.  So his bark went on and on and on.  We had to leave.

So we left Rangeley Lake and headed to Mooselookmeguntic Lake.  At the most southern end I knew there would be no people if he continued his quest to remove the wildlife.

                                    He insisted on barking at the driftwood.  He would have swam away if Paul hadn't held tight to his leash.  So brave!

It was very peaceful (once Fenway tired himself out).  No people, no boats and the only sound leaves rustling.

And my favorite Rangeley Lake duck photo:

                                                                Scott 2007