I was working at my desk when I saw movement in my back yard. This isn't unusual. Ever since Ed died, the cats and raccoons have gotten downright obnoxious. This, though, was neither. It was an otter. It was my first otter in five years of living on Puget Sound. He scooted across my yard and ducked under the gate to my beach stairs. This is where it gets pretty incredible. There are 90-odd stairs. That's one determined otter.
The red line, by the way, is from the story of Ed's leap. One of my favorites.