3participantes

25Minutos de contacto con castores

The water was like a mirror and the sun was setting, when the group had their picknick meal at one of the islands. No wind, no noise, only the low voice from the guide who talked about the beaver and the art of beaver tracking. Suddenly a big beaver splash broke the silence. The talk stopped and the group watched a beaver swimming away from the shore of the island. The guide gave the group instructions about that silence is needed and that the group is going to track this beaver. The group leaves the island in canoes and starts to track the beaver in the direction of the setting sun.