Yesterday, after exhausting myself working through some thorny National Electrical Code training material, I talked that girl into going for an afternoon drive. We drove around the backside of Canyon Ferry Reservoir and stopped to explore the shoreline at a couple places near Goose Bay.
Canyon Ferry is, essentially, the Missouri River having been shoulder-blocked and knocked back on its ass by a giant concrete dam. The reservoir waters rise with the glut of spring runoff from the snowfilled mountains and recede during the sunwashed summers.
That girl and I walked down through a jumble of antediluvian stones left exposed by summer’s receding water. Later, we walked across a wide expanse of fine sand, leaving a footprint at every step. The day remained perfectly calm under an enormous blue sky. Every so often, fish broke the surface of the lake, doing whatever fish things a fish must do.
Other than some geese and the fish, we had the entire lake to ourselves.
Posted today are some photographs I captured along the way. Though the dead carp is a little morbid, I thought it worth a picture.