This afternoon I saw a river otter at Drake's Beach. At first I saw only his furry back, then he popped up, alert and curious, maybe 30' away, and we stared at one another for about 30 seconds. Unfortunately, he quickly caught sight of the dogs and popped back under, disappearing in a flash of brown fur. These are the moments that remind me why I can never live anywhere except the Russian River.
P.S. This isn't my photo and he wasn't swimming like this--he was completely upright, with only his head showing. But it's always impossible to get a photo at times like this. By the time, I could even click my camera it would be too late.
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