Rage, Rage against the dying of the light

 June 14

Presque Isle is a beautiful place for sunsets






This may be one of the best pictures we got the whole trip of Twoflower down for the night.




And then there's this picture.  Doesn't Feather look like an angel?  Not a little devil who would, right after this picture was taken, take off at a sprint off the dock and out of the marina and across the road and into the woods behind peoples houses. 

 It's my fault.  This far into the trip, I was beginning to trust her too much.  She'd hopped off the boat at a dock several times during the trip and always just meandered up and down the dock fingers, never getting too far away, definitely not out of sight (although she had, on a couple of occasions, boarded other boats without permission to come aboard)

Not to mention that, the day before we'd gotten her the most exercise she had on the trip with the long hike on Mack Island.

But she ran off into the woods, move further away from me (I tried not to chase)while the last of the light faded. Finally, I tried to tell myself that she knew where we were and she would come back. I sat down on a bench and was just about to have an ugly cry, when Chuck (who always stays calm in an emergency) stepped out of the shadows and told me that he could see her.  

Unlike me, he had thought to activate her Whistle and track her (I didn't even grab my phone when I went after her), and, also unlike me, he was calm and watchful, instead of frantic and loud.  

So now we had her in sight, but she wasn't going quietly.  She came back to Chuck when he called her, but she just buzzed us and then ran back across the road and into the woods again.  But this time we could see her flashing light (great feature of the Whistle).

Eventually, she wore herself out and Chuck was able to get her on leash again.  Poor man, though.  He was so tired. He just looked at me and said that "from now on, anytime we're in port she has to be attached to something." 

Suitably chastised, I tried to do better the rest of the trip.  Feather, on the other hand thought that it was all great fun.


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