Gary came tearing back to our campsite at Laura Lake to tell me there were swans on Gordon Lake, the lake next to this one.
We took off immediately in his van, first to the beach, but the swans were on the far side. We went on to a solitary dispersed camping site that was closer to the swans. We never got close enough to take a photo but I caught Gary, that handsome devil, as he watched the birds paddle smoothly.past the point.
Wayne and Barb Gaulke, camping friends, showed up then with another couple. They had scopes to view the swans, but debated with us about the type. Wayne was insistent that they were mute swans, but even without a scope I could see they were too big, though not big enough to be trumpeter swans. These were tundra swans. Later we checked our Sibleys and I was proved right.
The day was perfect, the fall colors couldn't be beat. Later the Gaulkes canoed over to tell us about the wedding of one of our favorite National Forest rangers, Kevin. They had driven all the way from Mequon for the event.
Tonight, a fire in the pit as we wait to see if the clouds disperse. There's a chance of northern lights. Barb, who is in her 70s, has never seen them, so we are hoping for her sake for a spectacular show.
A wind has come up from the north bringing chilly weather. Snow forecast for Laura Lake by Friday.
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During my absence, Wade has been busy and now has the galleys ready for the paper edition of Black Coffee Fiction
We took off immediately in his van, first to the beach, but the swans were on the far side. We went on to a solitary dispersed camping site that was closer to the swans. We never got close enough to take a photo but I caught Gary, that handsome devil, as he watched the birds paddle smoothly.past the point.
Wayne and Barb Gaulke, camping friends, showed up then with another couple. They had scopes to view the swans, but debated with us about the type. Wayne was insistent that they were mute swans, but even without a scope I could see they were too big, though not big enough to be trumpeter swans. These were tundra swans. Later we checked our Sibleys and I was proved right.
The day was perfect, the fall colors couldn't be beat. Later the Gaulkes canoed over to tell us about the wedding of one of our favorite National Forest rangers, Kevin. They had driven all the way from Mequon for the event.
Tonight, a fire in the pit as we wait to see if the clouds disperse. There's a chance of northern lights. Barb, who is in her 70s, has never seen them, so we are hoping for her sake for a spectacular show.
A wind has come up from the north bringing chilly weather. Snow forecast for Laura Lake by Friday.
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During my absence, Wade has been busy and now has the galleys ready for the paper edition of Black Coffee Fiction
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