About a quarter of a mile from the Queijo’s house you’ll drive through a puddle. Mark includes that puddle when he gives out directions. Itís always there and it only varies in size. Stop at the puddle, look left and right, and youíll see vast stretches of water on either side of the road. If you put a canoe in the water there, and paddled down stream you’d eventually get to the hundred acre pond on which his house sits. Eventually I say, because you’d have to portage that canoe around the beaver dam.

The water that creates that puddle.
Mark is a doer. He never stops and probably canít. I could list all the things heís accomplished recently, like the construction of his deck, but I wonít. Because it doesnít matter. The point Iím making is that of all the building and chopping and creating he has done around his house, none of it impresses me as much as what he did near his house. He got rid of that puddle.