He had heard that it was a beautiful lake and there were some pretty girls whose father's had cabins there.
That Jim McFee; he sure likes the ladies.
He then said "The real reason I want to go there is to hear the loons."
I asked him what a loon was.
Jim said it was like a duck but not a duck.
Bogdan pressed him on the issue.
Jim told us that it floated on the water like a duck but it sat much lower in the water. And sometimes it would dive under the water and disappear for a long time. Then it would pop up in a completely different place.
"Sounds like a duck to me" said Bogdan.
"Not at all" said Jim. "It sounds more like a railroad engine slamming on its emergency brakes."
And then he demonstrated;
"Why would we want to hear that?" asked Bogdan.
"You have to be there and hear it" answered Jim. "It is really beautiful" he added.
So we found a fellow in Chateaugay with a buckboard who was willing to take us there.
And this is what we heard.
It was beautiful - - - in some weird loonie way.
I think that it is not only the sounds that the loon makes but also the evening sun and the context of a peaceful lake. Yes - - - that is it. It is the context. You seem to see everything that nature has given us and are able to put it into perspective.
I almost teared up when I realized what I was experiencing.
But since Jim and Bogdan were sitting next to me I couldn't let them see me do that.
I don't know what I was worried about - - - both of them had their heads turned away - - - maybe for the same reason.
No wonder Hows and Street made an etching and added a poem.