I should point out that the stick in these pictures that Evelyn is “using” is a walking stick. What you can’t see from these pictures is me carrying Evelyn on my shoulders through the woods. My original intention was to take Evelyn to “Whale Cove” which I thought was just right up the road from Grandpa Greg’s house. When we visited Whale Cove the day before, greg said, from behind me on his bicycle, “Our house is just through there.” My mind took that, of course, to mean, “Hey, I can walk from Greg’s house to here!!” As we started to walk up the road and entered the woods, I started to become increasingly annoyed with Evelyn’s slow pace. She fits nicely on my shoulders. I carried her farther into the forest thinking that the cove must be right around the bend, just beyond this next clearing. As I reached down to make an arrow with random sticks, Evelyn said, of course, “What are you doing dad?”
“Making an arrow.”
“You’re making an arrow?”
“Yes.”
We continued walking and I started to get the sneaking suspicion that we were going to have to turn around soon. Something I, of course, didn’t want. And then I heard it. A strange noise in the woods. My mind instantly shot back to the Grand Manan mimiographed 1845 description I picked up off of the dresser in the spare bedroom at Greg’s house. “THERE ARE COYOTES ON GRAND MANAN!!!” So I, of course, grabbed for the nearest large stick so that I could valiantly protect the daughter straddling my neck.
“What’s that dad?”
“A walking stick, sweetie!”
So of course, she grabbed one of her own!
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