I haven’t been to Ridgefield yet this spring and was going to make my triumphant return today, but I’ve been feeling pretty rundown this weekend and decided to stay home and rest instead. Late in the afternoon I heard some sad news, a couple was bird-watching on the auto tour at the refuge and drove off the road next to a shallow channel of water. They landed upside down and both drowned in a few feet of water, still buckled into their seatbelts.
Not many details have been released yet, although I know how easy it is to be watching wildlife and not pay enough attention to the narrow road, but the speeds are so slow I always assumed a mistake would be embarrassing rather than tragic.
Regardless of how it happened, my thoughts and prayers go out to their friends and family, such a sad end to what I’m sure had been a lovely day at the refuge.
Oh, how sad! I hope that you did make a mental note of how easily it can happen. (I’m sorry, but “once a mother, always a mother.” Grandma was still reminding me to wash my hands before I ate when she was in her 90s and I was in my 60s.) I will send up prayers as well.