We found Red Efts, a newly emerged Buck Moth, a Luna Moth Caterpillar, and lots of fungi. No dead squirrels, though!
On Sunday, Karen, Meg and Celia had to head home. That left Mom, Agnes and myself with plans to stay until Monday.
Around dusk we decided to go beaver hunting. We got out the canoe, paddles, life jackets and dressed in our warmest coats. We headed downstream to check out the dam which is now being built in a horseshoe shape. We canoed upstream and checked out 4 beaver lodges along the way. The water is quite high so we were able to angle in pretty close to each dam. Agnes was in the back of the canoe, Mom in the middle, I was in front. After making a survey of the lagoon we paddled back down stream and parked ourselves on some pickerel weed about 15 feet from the beaver lodge near Stillwater. We sat there for 20 minutes or so waiting to see some beaver activity. It was getting dark quickly. Suddenly we heard chewing across the stream. Agnes and I heard chewing; Mom didn't hear it at first. We listened for quite a while. It sounded like at least two beavers. At one point we heard water noises at the lodge we were near and then a big beaver slapped his tail not far away. Suddenly the creek was swarming with beavers clearly agitated that we were so close to the lodge. They slapped and swam. We stayed as quiet and still as we could while craning our necks to see where the beavers were. Finally, the beavers gave up and we no longer saw or heard them. 
We had been sitting in that one spot for about an hour. Agnes told Mom and I to just sit still while she paddled us further downstream. (She is so the oldest sister!) Agnes maneuvered the canoe silently toward the lodge between Karen's cabin and Stillwater. As we got closer we could hear chewing quite loudly along with vocalizations that sounded like a baby whimpering. Instead of stopping to take it all in, Agnes paddled us into the pickerel weed just feet from the lodge! It sounded like the beavers were chewing just inches from the front of the canoe. It was totally dark and we didn't have any flashlights but the Moon was on the rise. Finally the moon crested the trees and cast our shadow over the beavers. We were spotted! The beavers immediately stopped chewing and started slapping and swarming and making us feel like the invaders we were. I must admit that I was scared. One beaver looked big enough to overturn the canoe! After listening to them chew, I wanted no part of those teeth! The beavers tried to get us to leave, but Agnes wanted us to stay - so we did. Eventually the beavers gave up and vacated the vicinity. By now we had been out in the canoe for close to two hours. We were all chilled. My hands and legs were freezing! We reluctantly headed back to the cabin. Thank god we had Celia's tomato soup to warm us up (Thanks, Celia!). 
Monday morning we headed back out in the canoe to see what the light would show. We saw fresh chewed sticks on the various lodges. When we stopped at the lodge at Stillwater, I thumped on the structure to see how sturdy it was. My thumping elicited beaver vocalizations like we had heard the night before. They started out low then got higher and more panicky eventually stopping completely. That was the only beaver signs that morning.
I will put the link Agnes found that has the sounds on it. This was truly an amazing experience. It took alot of patience, sitting still and quiet, but it was worth getting so cold. http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/beaver/?source=A-to-Z
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