Vallecito Part 2

Luckily it did not rain the whole time. The next day we had a lovely, sunny, canoe trip on the lake.

In my last post I misspoke and said we went kayaking, because that’s what we usually do. But we actually went out in a canoe. The lake resort had a variety of canoes, kayaks and stand-up boards to use. We thought the canoe would be easiest with Biska.

The only reason we own kayaks instead of a canoe is because we can rack our small kayaks on the back of the van like bicycles. We can’t as easily transport a canoe. So it was fun to have one we could use at the resort.

Biska wasn’t so sure about the whole thing. You can see she has her tail down. But she did ok.

It was very beautiful, and still calm in the morning.

As usual, John is doing all the work of paddling. We did find the canoe to be harder to steer than kayaks, but that might just be because of what we’re used to.

This photo didn’t exactly work. I was trying to take a picture of John and Biska. I didn’t manage to get either of their faces. Still, it’s sort of cool – one of those real life shots at a crazy angle with everyone looking away. And front and center: a red carabiner.

We were glad we got out on the water in the morning, because as the day progressed, the wind picked up and the clouds gathered. But we were still able to go on a short hike up the canyon and along the creek on the north end of the lake.

I did not much like this ledge. The path was quite wide, but the drop was sheer and a really long way down. Mainly I was worried that Biska would go running off it like an idiot. She can get excited and lose her head sometimes. Squirrel!

I don’t mind a ledge if there’s trees down there. You can see the clouds are building again.

There is a biting insect in those mountains, maybe a type of biting fly, that is found in northern Idaho, Colorado, and eastward, that is not found in the Sierras and Cascades. I happen to react quite badly to this particular insect; they’re much worse for me than mosquito bites. For that reason, I am not such a big fan of the Rocky Mountains. And whatever they are, they were ambushing this trail.

Then when I heard thunder, I was done. Yep, time to head back to the cabin and take more pretty pictures of the lake.

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