Alone at anchor in a beautiful cove on a perfect night. A Great Horned Owl began to howl cued by the setting sun, eventually flattering me with answers as my calls progressed from pathetic to feebly realistic. We settled in the cockpit with pillows and sleeping bags contributing in turns to a progressive ghost story--Reece's additions 1 through N: "and then a (car, truck, bus,...) ran over them." The stars were spectacular; Kallan learned to identify the Big Dipper, Little Dipper, and the North Star, both kids saw the Milky Way, and Carl and I each spotted 3 shooting stars.
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