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Friday, July 20, 2012

Evening at Tern Lake

Perfect weather, perfect temperature, little breeze.  The blue kayak almost jumped into the back of the truck and the truck almost drove itself to the lake.

I managed to launch without dunking myself.  Actually, launching is ever so much safer than getting myself out of the kayak, which I attempt to do by driving the bow as far as I can into a grassy spot on the bank that "somewhat" anchors the craft and helps prevent it from tipping over.

Not to worry about that now.  Off I went to check on the loons and beavers.  Rounding a grassy island, I saw both loons in front of me.  I rested the paddle across the kayak and drifted to about 20 feet from the large birds.  They didn't seem to mind, though they have no young to protect this year.

I lingered, taking photos, while the loons dove and came up, dove and came up, apparently feeding on small fish.  Then they started playing games with me as I suspect they were swimming under the kayak to come up on the other side.

I moved on, paddling towards the beaver lodges.  I checked all three lodges, and saw no signs of beaver activity.  I hope someone didn't trap them all last winter.

I did see this Goldeneye family.  In a far quiet corner, cottonwood seed collected like snow against the grasses.

 I was watching the Arctic terns fishing for food, trying to get in position to capture a shot of them, but they move so quickly, it's a miracle to do that.  Finally, I found one resting.


Another tern was perched on a dead tree.  It decided to buzz me just for fun.

I paddled back across the lake just as the sun was disappearing behind a mountain.  In the last rays to strike the water, another family of ducklings headed for safety.

I found the perfect spot to cram my kayak onto the bank, a place where the tall grass almost held the kayak steady as I tried to get out.  Here's the problem:  I sit almost on the floor on the craft so when I ram it onto the bank, I have to attempt to stand up from a position where I am leaning backward.  In other words, my feet are higher than my butt.

I have the sense to have my cameras in a sealed plastic bag, which I place on shore before I try getting out.  That night was successful.

Just as I was getting ready to leave, the setting sun turned the bark of the paper birch mauve.  One last photo, one perfect evening at Tern Lake.


  1. Your picture of the tern with its wings spread is outstanding.

    How long have you being a photographer? Did you have training?

  2. Carolyn: No training. Just started shooting. Digital point and shoot cameras make it so much easier. Never could remember all that f stop and aperture stuff.

  3. I've never been in a kayak. They scare me,a little, but boy, I sure would have loved to have been along for the ride on Tern Lake. Beautiful.

  4. on the avalanch spots of the mountain was it full of fireweed at tern lake?