We lathered on sunscreen and wore dark glasses. Two hundred yards across the lake an otter emerged from the woods and ran along the shoreline. It slid on its belly and pushed with its hind legs creating a trough in the deep snow. At a point of land the otter climbed a small hill only to slide down the other side. This otter was at least two miles from any open water where it could find food and escape from predators.
Winter is a risky time for otters.
Fishing was slow in the morning. In mid-afternoon Rick hiked over to a sunny slope for a nap. While he was snoozing, Larry and I simultaneously got bites on tip-ups. Supper was another great meal with fish and rice. We survived another cold night and once again awoke to clear sunny skies on Monday morning.