Return to Grand Marais (day 2 pm)
As we were resting, well, I was resting on shore and Owen was skipping rocks, I noticed a whole group of foreigners staring at Owen, talking, laughing, and carrying on. Turns out, they were in awe of, and frustrated by, how easy he is making things look. He ends up giving them 'lessons', through hand gestures, as I struggle to translate with the little Spanish I know. It was So good for this introverted boy! It really is an art for him!
It's now a thing!