Saturday, June 21
“Let’s walk down to the boat dock while it’s still cool.”
Several cars and trucks with boat trailers are parked in the gravel lot near the boat dock. Two people fish from the t-shaped fishing platform.
Others are in boats or those inflatable, one person flotation thingies meant for fisher people (the guy partially hidden by reeds below).
“Stay close by, you two. I want to read this.”
Hmm . . . bass, bluegill, sunfish, and catfish in this lake.
Uh-oh!
“No soaking in Pelican Lake for you, Spikey! You don’t want to get summer itch on your cute, little body!”
Parasites . . . gross!
Fortunately a wide swath of thick reeds borders the edge of the lake, leaving no easy access for Spike. I’ll have to steer him away from the boat ramp though.
We sit in the picnic area under the cottonwoods.
Pelican Lake area is a bird paradise.
I listen to the chirp, chatter, and singing of a variety of birds. Most of the birds are hidden among the boughs of the cottonwoods and tamarisk which prevents me from identifying them.
Three or four yellow-headed blackbirds fly over the cattails or they cling to the long, swaying reeds. I’ve always enjoyed listening to the gurgle-like call of blackbirds.
Spike is an enthusiastic explorer today!
Some days it’s difficult for him to keep up with Bridget and me. On those days we take shorter walks. Today is a good day for him. The walk from our camp to the boat dock is long, but he didn’t falter at all.
“Okay, who wants a drink?”
I pull a collapsible dish out of my camera case and fill it with water that I brought. Keep him hydrated and he won’t be sneaking off for a drink of lake water.
I swat away a small swarm of tiny flies.
Yeah, I thought there’d be bugs around these reeds. It’s a good thing we camped away from the lake. Well, at least they don’t bite. Annoying little critters though . . .
The rest of the day we relax under the shelter at our camp.
A soft, cool breeze and the singing of birds makes for a pleasant afternoon of reading in my lounger under the shelter. Bridget and Spike snooze under the picnic table.
Sunday, June 22
Sunday is a good day to go visiting, right? The critters around our camp think so! More about that in the next post.
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