Saturday, April 29
A windy, cold day at Upper Pahranagat Lake, Alamo, Nevada
All morning Reggie and I stay inside.
“It won’t last forever, sweetheart. As soon as the wind stops, we’ll go for a walk.”
A little before noon with no sign of the wind letting up, we go for a ride in the Perfect Tow Vehicle. We need to get out of the house, see some sights, and soak up the warmth from the PTV’s powerful heater.
On the way out of the campground, we pass several parked cars at the entrance.
Huh?
Oh, it’s the Annual Carp Rodeo!
The dike at the north end of the lake is loaded with folks competing for the largest carp or for the most carp.
I don’t know how they can fish in this wind!
This photo is the 2015 Carp Rodeo. Last year’s rodeo was rainy.
The photo and excerpt below are from the government website for the refuge. (Pahranagat National Wildlife Refuge)
“Why remove the carp? . . . Since their introduction to Nevada waters, carp have spread throughout the state. As bottom feeders, carp stir up materials in search of vegetative roots and insect larvae, making the water muddy. This disrupts the calm, clear environment that native wildlife need to thrive. Carp can grow to an enormous size and destroy habitat by quickly consuming the natural lake vegetation. The state-record carp weighed 34 pounds, 10 ounces, and measured 38 inches in length!”
Later in the afternoon . . .
The sun comes out and the wind takes a break.
“Okay, little powerball, we can go for that walk now!”
First, he takes care of business and back-kicks.
Reggie is thrilled to be outside again!
Lots of new smells to catch up on!
The campground road is quiet.
Very few vehicles because the sign at the entrance says all the RV sites are full. We walk through dappled shade and sunny spots.
One of the things I love about this part of the country is that weather that is uncomfortable or dreary doesn’t last long. Wait a while and the blue skies with puffy, white clouds return.
While Reg and I were sequestered inside the BLT, I altered his harness to fit more snugly around his chest. I see that I need to tack the center strap so the weight of the tether’s clasp can’t cause the harness to swivel. I’ll take care of that.
It should look like this photo, not pulled down to the side. (Look how confidently Reggie marches along. What a guy, eh?)
All along our walk I look for the Western Grebes.
Since I first spotted them I’ve seen them flying, two together, across the lake. With so much activity at the refuge today, plus the wind, they’re probably in a cove somewhere on the other side of the lake.
Around a bend in the road, home sweet home!
I know my Reggie Man well.
By now he’s tired, thirsty, and ready for a big bowl of kibble!
I open the door and he dashes inside.
Sunday, April 30
The dawn arrives quietly. No sound of wind through the cottonwood tree nor of waves breaking on the shore. A bird sings. The interior of our home is bright from morning light coming through the windows.
Reggie wiggles and squirms to deliver wake-up kisses to my neck and face.
We go out to greet the morning. The lake seems to be resting after the action of yesterday.
Ah, that sun feels good. It’s going to be a calm, warm day.
Before I close this post . . .
Here’s a big, joyous smile for you from the Zoominator of Planet Orange, where love abounds and running is always allowed.
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