Let’s go the lake.

I’m glad it was sunny this morning for our ride, but now that the fog is moving in, let’s take a walk down to the lake. Everything is so different in the fog.

This is the First Lake (caps because that’s how it’s known.)  There are three lakes total and all are stocked with trout.  Oh, over there! Did you see that one jump?  It was a big one.  There’s been a mother moose and baby in the lake in the mornings, but if we see them, we’ll stay well away.  The calf might find us interesting, which would make the mother very nervous and a nervous moose can easily become an attacking moose, moving at a speed as fast as that of a running horse.

Let’s sit on that flat rock for a bit.  With the fog, it’s even quieter than usual, the fog dampens sounds, but we can still hear the water sounds.   There are some ducks in the corner and the other day I spotted a red-tailed hawk.  In the early evenings, the horses make their way to the lake, drinking and walking in and around it.

With all the rain, it’s been a great year for flowers.  In the spring, there are lots of wildflowers, especially purple lupine.  But although it’s August, there are still plenty left.

Today you can’t even see the cabins.  Look behind us and you’ll see willows, where moose like to eat.  In the mornings, when they come to get the horses, often a group of about six horses hides down there, trying to avoid going to the corral. That’s why one of them has to wear a bell around her neck.

We could walk all the way around the lake, but we’ve been here for awhile and it’s getting chilly.  Tea sounds pretty good to me or, if you brought coffee, we could make some of that.  There’s also hot chocolate.  We’ll come again on a sunnier day.  Pick some flowers if you like and we can put them on the table at the cabin.

Linking this week to Jo’s page for her Monday Walks.