Hot Summer Days ended rather abruptly at the beginning of this week. I’m not sure what happened but it sure feels like fall is in the air. Here are a few images from last week!
Homemade peach and almond sorbet
Amaryllis are supposed to bloom in the winter. I’ve never been real good at managing them.
I welcome this flower anytime of the year.
My friend brought me fifty ears of super sweet corn from the Basin!
Most of it went in the freezer. Now I wish for more!
Just a couple more images from Lost Lake last week.
Morning Clouds
And their Reflections
Ok, I admit it. I like my dogs. And I like to photograph my dogs. Especially when they are having fun. These dogs love to play in the water. Sam, the brown one, just loves to swim. It takes all the weight off of her old sore joints and she is once again mobile and she remembers her glory days of youth and good health. For her sake, I wish we lived on a lake. Luna loves to swim after something we’ve thrown. Tennis balls are her favorite. In hot weather she can do this longer than we can throw the ball.
What Luna lacks in grace and style she makes up for with enthusiasm.
Look at those ears! No wonder she gets water in them.
I love how the water comes off of her in sheets.
Sam displays calm determination.
I got it, ok? I got the job done. I’m a working dog.
Just swimming for fun on a hot afternoon.
Look – I can get the job done too.
Common Loons are a favorite bird of mine and around here they are not so ‘common’. One of the charms of Lost Lake is the fact that the loons not only spend the summer there but there is a nesting pair. This year they hatched two, or maybe three, depending on who you ask, chicks. One was killed by a Bald Eagle who has also made meals out of the Canada Goose goslings. The remaining loon chick is maybe half grown now and too big for an eagle to catch. The parents and the young bird spend their days moving around the surface of the lake, fishing, preening and resting. Occasionally they make the unique loon sounds that echo off nearby mountain sides. It’s truly a haunting and beautiful sound. I have read that loons make four distinct calls and they all are used to communicate among themselves and declare territory. My favorite is the long drawn-out wail, similar to a wolf howl.
The young bird. It lacks the distinctive plumage of the adults.
Parent searching for fish
The young bird is learning from the parents.
Everyone needs a good stretch once in a while.
Ken and I packed the dogs and the trailer and headed up to Lost Lake this week. It was a great escape from the heat and computers and cell phones and a chance to listen to the loons and play in the water and sit around the campfire. Ken fished. I paddled my boat. The dogs swam. We slept in. It was nice.
Nice brook trout
Common Loons nest on Lost Lake (watch for more loon photos in an upcoming post)
Lots of dragonflies
Still a few wildflowers blooming
an aster
Morning light
camp coffee
This old dock has seen better days
Many, many squirrels to drive Luna crazy
We always eat well while camping
Brook trout cooked en papillote
Typical scene in the Okanogan Highlands near Molsen
Ken found this leech in Sidley Lake. I’ve never seen one before. He thinks they are native.
The leech with a friendly dragonfly
Sam in Sidley Lake. This old dog does better in the water than on land.
Luna’s ‘wet’ look
We visited the old ghost town at Molsen. This is an old printing press.
Water lillies and cattails at Lost Lake
Lost Lake is one of my favorite places.
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