roadtrip(second installment)

Sproat Lake...Sproat, not Sprout.... it is a beautiful little spot to soak in the sun and have an adventure. We thought so anyway, and so did this little chickadee...sweetness.
Petroglyphs here on the water...they are difficult to photograph, but well worth the short stroll to see them up close and personal. They are all water creatures...
...like these....the skeletal remains of a crawdad, crawfish, crayfish...I think we covered these linguistics in an earlier post...anyway, the poor thing makes my heart ache...makes me think of Sebastion, my hermit crab, and how happy I am that he made it through another moulting and is back with us among the land of the living. I had been beside myself for weeks lately, waiting for his reappearance...if I had seen this little sad sight last week, I might have cried. How many people are moved by the sight of a dead crawdad? I have not eaten lobster or crab in many a year, either...Heaven help me if I ever had a pet chicken(of which I did have many once, and I was a vegetarian at that time)...or cow...go ahead, call me soft!!!
This is where the water bombers slumber...it is nice that they are sleeping. It is a good thing....a peaceful thing. Sleep long and sound here in Sproat Lake, guys. We like it better when you are resting.
Well, one more installment should do it...stay tuned...I am working with photoshop to try and show you the salmon running(by the thousands) up Stamp River...tomorrow, ok?