Heron Lake Plateau I name this boat Roast Beef. May God bless her and all who sail in her.

Clouds rolled in and hung around not too long after noon.  That was nice -- no bright sun around to cook him today.  It made going for a longer patrol somewhat appealing while he had the chance.  As usual, he'd stopped by the den earlier to bug the kids and Raven and take a short siesta before going about his business.  Quixote did rather like that part of the day, and there were certainly times where he wished they hadn't gotten the promotion, that he could just spend the day with his family instead of having any other responsibilities, but hey.. Here he was.  Stuff wasn't always fair.

It was definitely quiet out in this part of the world. It was a good thing, right? He wound his way over to the borders, a now very familiar walk that he'd taken so many times that he didn't want to count.  The biggest decision of the moment -- did he go downhill to the base of the cliffs or just up and around by the river and thicket?