Monday walk…the first lake

At the cabin, no one has taken the time to name the lakes. They’re simply the First Lake, Second Lake, and Third Lake.  There are some rowboats available on the First Lake, but let’s take a walk instead.  As I’ve mentioned before, it’s wonderfully green, as you’ll soon see.  But let’s start with some yellow.

At the end of the lake, we can look down to where the creek drops down.  This time of year, you can hear the rushing sound and even see it for a bit before it disappears into the willows and other growth.  Willows are a favorite of moose, but unfortunately I don’t spot any today.

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Friday flowers…wild rose

There were a number of the wild roses, Woods’ roses, tucked here and there in the mountain slopes.  They look quite different from their domesticated relatives, but they still have that delicate beauty.

I was interested in the placement of that apostrophe in “Woods’ “.  I looked at a variety of sites and also found “Wood’s” (which is what I would have thought it should be) and “Woods.”  So take your pick, but don’t pick the roses!

Friday flowers…mountain high

If we’d been at the cabin a week earlier, there might have been no riding and not much outdoor activity, as it was rainy with low-hanging fog. Fortunately, the week our older daughter, her fiancé, and his parents were there, the weather was excellent.  The next week when I was at the “phone booth” (a high ridge where I can get phone reception), I took this photo of some of the many wildflowers flourishing in the wet spring.

In the spotlight

I’m going to be taking a short break, returning mid-week next week. Where has the month gone? I wanted to leave you with something beautiful and I think this shy violet, cast into the spotlight despite trying to hide, is the perfect thing. Enjoy!

 

Friday flowers…wild

Just over a week ago, I headed to the park hunting wildflowers.  The flowers of just a few days earlier were gone, probably not helped by all the rain.  Pale was no longer in vogue.  Now it was time for deeper, richer colors, although it seems impossible to take photos that show the sweep of the wildflowers.  They tend to be shy, hiding amongst the green, and often in the shade.  But I did my best.

Friday flowers…How sweet it is!

Spring walk

After weeks and months of waiting, the green is back.  I may not catch a sunrise for some time because the sun is coming up rather early these days, but it wasn’t far over the horizon when I arrived at the park last week, just high enough to add emphasis.

The water was still, although the river is still high.  It’s too cold yet for the frogs, so I don’t have to sneak slowly to the edge of the shore, trying to spot them before they leap out into the water.