2009 11 08: No more worries. My work here is done. It's a perfect, warm, November day but the water has grown chill. This fine bee chose a quiet, beautiful spot, down by the riverside, to lay her burden down. We should all be so lucky. Judging from the absence of tiny, bee-sized, bite marks, it does not appear that her fellow bees feel any need to cannibalize her lifeless corpse in order to survive. Though such behavior would be understandable were they to find themselves in dire straits; where the only alternative would be to go very, very hungry.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
2009 10 25: The evening sun was rich with color returning from a paddle up to Brown's Bridge and back. Color the vivid crimson of drying blood. Again, careful planning saves the day and I can guarantee that cannibalism was not practiced during this voyage. Absolutely not. I deny it completely! Rocky Gorge is normally pretty well stocked with corn-fed, fishermen. I practiced sneaking up on them by paddling very silently with my Greenland paddle. These skills could be useful if one were to find one's self in desperate circumstances due to starvation or being very, very hungry.