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.
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