Last week I went to Spears for my second owl walk of the year. On a hot night we still had 20-25 people, and we outnumbered the owls by 20-25. Still a good walk; Claudia, the leader took us on a loop that landed (by design, it turned out) at the edge of Boomerang Slough as the sun dropped below the horizon.
At that point we beat a pretty quick retreat, with mosquitoes coming out in full force. Remember the good old days of summer drought? Ha! Can't ever make us happy.
Kayaking on Tampier Lake
My favorite solo kayak spot is Tampier Lake: big enough to paddle an hour or more without retracing paths, deep enough your paddle isn't dragging or hitting rocks, and never too crowded unless you go on a weekend.
Last Tuesday was fun, with enough wind to stir some small waves and keep things from getting boring. I was testing a hull repair after hitting some rocks in low water on the Des Plaines a few weeks back - stiill getting water so back to the garage for more repairs.
We didn't have any restoration scheduled in Palos last weekend; with the heat and rain that filled much of the week our stewards were prescient.
My town of Palos Heights had its annual parade Fourth of July Saturday. It's always a pleasure to sit with neighbors from a couple doors down and watch the closest thing to a small-town parade that you'll find in an urban megalopolis of six or seven million.
Fire trucks, sirens blaring, Shriners on mini-Model Ts, middle-school and high school bands, local businesses tossing candy to the kids, all good vibes on a day when citizens of a divided nation looked like we were groping for some shred of common ground.
Will we find it? Time will tell.
Away from the petty acts of humans, in natural areas our native plants grow and provide sustenance to the animals that sing and buzz and reproduce and die. We do all of that too and hope it's for a greater purpose.
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