This was the first time in several years in which our visit to Prospect wasn’t very wet. Our friend apologized for the lack of clouds and water action, but I made the most of the “bad” situation.
I was waiting for the buoy lights to come on, but the darkness and the thought of wending my way through the narrow trail of the close, boggy forest back to the road made me finally give up. The men folk had long since left me to watch the disappearing light of the sunset on my own and I wasn’t sure what wildlife I might encounter in the dark.