Bruce

The morning we left for vacation I told Eliot we were going to Duluth. He paused for a moment and then said geese (gee) and made a throwing motion with his hands and said rock (rah). And then he did that again. And again. And again.

Once we got to Grand Marais he continued to ask for geese and rock throwing on a regular basis. One night on vacation he woke up at midnight and I picked him up and he said 'gee' and 'rah' again.

Lucky for him a Canadian Goose adopted the Gunflint Lodge and hung around on the beach a lot. He was named Bruce by someone at the lodge and thus we have this picture of Eliot and his good friend Bruce the Goose hanging out at the slide.