Down Country Paths. #1

Good morning everyone and Happy Saturday! Plus a big Happy Canada Day! Yep, today is Canada’s Birthday, a time to celebrate this huge and beautiful country that we have. It seems there are always people around who want to fight and divide our country when instead we should be working together to continually build our country into something even better that it is today.

Today also begins the second half of the year and with it will come some changes to Steve’s Country, a little at a time, through the month of July. I thank each one of you, some of you have been with me since near the beginning of my blogging back in 2018, and some of you are very new to my blog. THANK YOU each one for being here!!

On Saturday we will have Down Country Paths, which will be stories from my past like I have been doing, but also about antiques and other country pleasures and treasures. This time it was a beautiful and sunny July day and I decided to go on an early morning walk. I was up early and out walking by 6am. I had been down this path several times already, but always in the afternoon and I wanted to see if there might be more wildlife to see early in the morning.

I was definitely not disappointed. There was a small gravel road to begin my walk, but it turned into just a simple walking path after a short distance. Along the road was a nice snowshoe hare, dressed in its summer brown coat. In winter they are white and they blend in with their snowy background amazingly well. It hopped off the road and into the long grass when it spotted me coming along, but I did get a picture of it.

A beautiful Snowshoe Hare in July.

That was back when we still used film cameras, terrible things that they were. But they worked. It was just very slow and you had no chance for another picture if that one did not turn out. Oh well. As I continued on a couple of white-tailed deer jumped off into the trees, but one buck stayed behind for a few minutes watching me. He was just in the process of growing new antlers.

A White-tailed Deer growing its antlers. Only the males, bucks, have antlers.

Finally just as I got to the footpath section, there was a puddle on the road and some wet mud. There were also some very fresh, and large, bear tracks. He must be a big one, I thought to myself. That would make a wonderful picture. I continued on down the footpath and got to an open, rocky area. Walking along I spotted something move and stopped to look closer. It was a beautiful Eastern Gartersnake. He stopped long enough for me to get a pic of him, and he even looked right at me which was kind of nice.

It was about that time I heard a noise in the trees not far from where I was standing. I looked over and spotted that bear walking along. My heart started racing a bit as I could see it was a large bear and I was now about 4 km (2.5 miles) away from anything. But I was hoping to get a picture. I went and hid behind some rocks, hoping it might come out in the open.

I also saw butterflies, like this Mourning Cloak.

But, it wandered further off into the forest and I never saw it again. On one hand I was thankful it was gone, but I did lose out on a photo. Oh well. Back then bears would run from people in that area, but here it is different. Bears are so used to being around people now that they are no longer scared, and that can make them unpredictable and dangerous.

An Eastern Gartersnake was sunning itself on the rocks. It is looking right at me.

Which is why I have not been walking to the river lately, but I might change that soon and start going again. Anyway, I walked a bit further but did not see anymore wildlife, but there were a lot of birds singing that morning as well, including one of my favorites, the hermit thrush. I love their song. Any of our thrushes are beautiful singers really.

I stopped at a high spot and sat for a while. I could see for many miles (kilometers) from that hill. For some reason I never took a picture of that scenic view, not sure why. I then turned back, it was a most enjoyable morning. I hope you enjoyed walking with me, from years ago. This one got a bit long, others will be shorter. Have a fabulous weekend everyone and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

©2023 Steve McLeod.

The Investigators, Inc. The Case of the Deserted Tower. Chapter 5. Fact or Fiction.

The woman was quite surprised to see Kat standing there. “Get her!” she yelled to her bodyguard. But Kat grabbed his hand and kicked him twice in the stomach, then on the head, then on his side and he was down on the floor. The woman was about to leave, but Kat slammed the door on her hand. “Now, take the keys and unlock those shackles,” said Kat pointing toward me.

The woman did so, but before she started, Kat relieved her of her gun. “You two will regret this,” she said angrily. “Look,” I said, “you are in enough trouble. First it was simple trespassing, now it is kidnapping and attempted murder.” “I was not trespassing,” she growled, “this is government land, not private land.” “That is not what my client says,” I told her, “she inherited this land from her grandfather.”

“Is that what Jinni told you?” said the woman, “she did not inherit any land anywhere.” “And you know this how?” I asked. “I am her sister,” she answered, “and our grandfather is still alive, though our one grandfather died when we were little girls and he did not leave us anything.” We walked back to what looked like her office. “I would like our phones back, and our guns too,” I said.

She brought them out and laid them on the desk, so we picked them up. “Now I will check on your story,” I said. “What did you press that button for?” asked Kat. “If you wish to call out, I have to remove the barrier,” she said. “What is your name?” I asked. “Penny,” was all she said.

Meanwhile, upstairs things were happening too. “Mac, you should have been watching Steve, that is your job!” yelled Sky. “Hey, I know that Sky, I feel bad about this,” he answered. “I should fire you for that,” she added. “I will resign instead after this case,” he said. “If you try to do that, I will kick some sense into that skull of yours!” she yelled again, “we need you here with us and the team.”

Mac stopped and looked at Sky. “But you just said…” he began. “Never mind what I said,” she responded, “I am just upset right now.” “I can understand that,” he said. Outside the girls were looking around, it was starting to get dark, but the birds were singing. Then suddenly all was quiet. “The birds stopped singing,” said Astrid, “trouble is near.”

The girls looked around, then Sigurbjorn yelled, “drop!” They all did and arrows flew over their heads, but they could see nothing. Meow,meow.=Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot. Tiia shot four times and the flares brightened up the forest. The girls and Mac opened fire. Some of the attackers fell, some managed to get away. Muffin patted Tiia on her head.

Now, back to us. I then called Tracy to check on this information, but she did not answer. I then called Galyna and she answered right away. “Finally,” she said, “I have been trying to call you for a long time, what is going on?” “Well, we have just been hanging around,” I said, “on a dungeon wall. And this place has some kind of barrier that blocks our calls and…” I stopped for a moment and looked at Penny. “Only one person knew how to do that,” I said to Penny. She smiled.

“Yes, Toledo is a very intelligent man,” she said, “and he will soon be here to help me.” “Not unless you plan on digging up his grave to get him,” said Kat. “That idiot!” she yelled, “He gets himself killed and leaves me up here!” “Who is that?” asked Galyna. “That is perhaps Jinni’s sister,” I said, “which is why I need Tracy.” “She is too sick to help you,” she said, “everyone is sick, seriously, except Li Jing and myself, and I am in quarantine right now to make sure I’m okay.

Apparently it is some kind of virus that Li Jing did not recognize. Rock is sending a medical team over here to help.” “Once you are okay to leave, go to C and B,” I said to her. “Okay, shall do,” she said. I looked at Penny again. “Hey, I had nothing to do with whatever is going on with your friends,” she said, “my only concern is right here.”

“That better be true,” I said, “or you will wish you had never seen me. Now, let us go, if we find out you are right, we will leave,” I told her, “but do not try to push me.” She opened the door and we walked down a long tunnel to another door which opened and we went up some stairs, then another door in the fireplace opened and we walked out.

“Where were you two?” asked Sky. “Hanging in a dungeon,” I said, “where we met a woman named Penny.” The look on Jinni’s face told me what I wanted to know. “Okay Jinni, time for you to tell the truth,” I said, “or in the morning we will be on our way, and you can stay here.” “My story is true, mostly,” she said…

To Be Continued.

©2023 Steve McLeod.