It’s Sunday morning and the crew and I drive the Armistead Road loop around Clark Canyon Reservoir.
It’s surprising what you can see by driving eight miles per hour. I stop often to take photos. A red-tailed hawk perches on a rail fence, then flies off as we pass by. A gaggle of Canada geese graze in a green field, along with heron. I see horses, mule deer, and prairie dogs. A herd of eight or so pronghorns race from my right in a 180-degree arc around us. Man, those things can run!
I stop at the south end of the lake to let Bridget and Spike explore. It’s apparent the lakeshore has receded a great distance. A huge, noisy mass of water fowl takes advantage of the organisms and plants in the shallow water.
Michael the geologist comes over to my campsite around one o’clock.
He invites me over for dinner at 6:30 this evening. This will be enjoyable as he’s an interesting guy. I’ll bring one of the wire pens so I can keep Bridget and Spike from begging at the table. Some people bring wine to dinner. I bring a dog pen!
The photos I took this morning are too numerous to embed in this entry’s text, so I’m putting them in a slideshow. I think the subtle colors of this area at this time of year make lovely pictures. I hope you enjoy them![slideshow]
Canine Corner: “How to Tell a Real Water Dog” by Spike
“A bunch of so-called water dogs are here. Retrievers, labs, and whatnot. Hey, what’s the story with the stick? I don’t get it. They wag their big tails all happy and proud because they got a stupid stick out of the water. Boneheads, all of them. A real water dog goes into the water all by himself whenever he feels like it.
I tell you this. If rvsue EVER throws a stick in the water, expecting me to go fetch it, I’m leaving.
And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.”