|On the Way|
After that I enjoyed a very peaceful time until breakup, untroubled by any news from outside. I had a few projects: I cut firewood and restrung some snowshoes with nylon — I like the traditional frames, but babiche is no good in wet spring conditions; I worked on a new woodshed. But mostly I spent the lengthening days observing the spring changes. I watched the ducks, geese and swans who were already gathered in the open water where the river flows into the lake — paddling around, sitting quietly, or circling off when the eagle flapped over. I waited for favorites like the first rattle of kingfishers, Spring Azure butterflies and camass lily shoots. It was good to be here to welcome them all, though as usual there were more than enough mosquitoes. Finally the first caribou, looking rather shabby, came plodding up the beach on the way to their summer ranges in the mountains — three cows, all heavily pregnant, one had already lost an antler. These two bulls, with their growing antlers in the velvet, crossed the creek about a week later. I photographed this earnest bear right from the porch — he reluctantly ambled away when I banged on a saucepan.
|Fire in the Narrows|