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.
Stunning.
Posted today are some
photographs I captured along the way.
Though the dead carp is a little morbid, I thought it worth a
picture.
--Mitchell
Hegman
Seems like a perfect place for a perfect day. It is ironic that sometimes one has to leave the comfort and familiarity of home to better appreciate it. Love your photos. Mahalo nui!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ariel! We had a lovely day.
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