We got to the park just as the sun was setting and Cheryl snapped this picture just as it was starting to rain. Earlier I brought Pollock around the beaver dams and the Marina, and out to the Muir house for good measure then Lemon Grass for Pad Thai while we were waiting for Rick to fly in. Turns out Pollock was born in Walnut Creek which was very small world. On the way up we saw rushing falls, flowering trees, magpies, and a coyote. Then we checked into the fantastic hotel and had an excellent dinner and two bottles of wine. A quick sleep and then up tomorrow to present. I’m less nervous now that I feel like we’re old beaver friends.
More tomorrow.
