This guy puts into words one of the things I enjoyed best about this past weekend. Hearing Loons at night takes me back to my childhood. Getting to see them on the water at sunset was so fantastic!
When I was 14, I got to spend just over two weeks puttering around Canada with my 8th grade science teacher and a few classmates. The bulk of the trip was spent canoeing (and portaging—oh, the portaging!) around Algonquin Provincial Park. Every night, we were audience members to the concert above. Some nights the wolves chimed in, too—but the Loons were a constant. Listening to this brings back a flood of memories of paddling, swimming and cliff diving, drinking straight from the lakes, and dodging moose (back paddle, back paddle!) on the upper meandering stretches of the Petawawa River.