

Prehistoric
Duncan’s very large powder-blue egg hatches! And out pops, Prehistoric!
There is an island just north of Whati, NWT called Cranberry Island. It is about a forty-minute boat ride northwest. The island name is suitable because at this time of year it is awash in a sea of red. We went there recently and picked about 80 cups of cranberries in about five hours.
The island is one huge blob of peat — it’s a bog. And wonderful things grow on bogs—lots of soft moss, small conifers and of course, cranberries.
That day, the water was so still. Not a single wave, just a slight roll up and down. It was quiet and lovely. In the shallows, we saw schools of Jack Fish, and in the sky, we saw Eagles. It was a beautiful day.
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Duncan’s very large powder-blue egg hatches! And out pops, Prehistoric!
Gretchen Wretched, her toxic brews, and the great scavenger hunt for ingredients.