10/02/2026
Mist hung in the valleys & over the lake. Above, in a clear inky sky the waning moon was setting. It was dry & still.
When we got down to the kayaks the sun had just risen above the hills. Thin layers of mist clung to contours and wisps flowed above the lake, down to the sea. An egret took off as we pulled our kayaks to shore.
We headed up the lake, back into shadow. Gently rippled water was punctuated by large still mirror like pools. Goats scrambled up the rocks. A few remaining tiny clouds of mist suspended above us like fuzzy dandelion heads. Flocks of mallards rose up & a lone cormorant flew past. The native oak wood & its intricate branches looked like a huge cushion shaped perfectly over years by the prevailing winds. On the shore, lichen covered sally trunks bent right into the water. Hazel nut trees with light green catkins heralded the first sign of spring growth coming.
Back in the warm sun, we got close to two swans. They flew up, beating the water, honking.
We continued on through withered reeds at the mouth of the river.
Scots pines flanked one side. The river water was like glass. We felt transported to a completely different world. A male mallard’s iridescent green neck shone brightly as it flew up from a tiny tributary. Conor said quietly “your left” - a giant bird flew up out of nowhere, so close we could see the varying shades of brown & cream feathers on its back, then it skirted the tree tops. The first of three white tailed eagles we saw roosting in the Scott’s pines. A heron flew up the centre of the river, sunlight catching its long, elegant wing span, flashing & disappearing with every beat. We sat a while by the rapids that flow under the bridge, watching the water rush into the stillness of the pool.
Back down the river, the swans flew exhilaratingly low over our heads. The eagles surprised us again with their stealth.
The air was full of bird song. When the eagles flew back we heard warning screeches.
We lay back in our kayaks & floated for a while.
Out onto the lake again, we made our way to a little peninsula for a picnic.
Just one boat passed on the lake. We exchanged a wave and a call “STUNNING DAY!”
8/2/26