I had to under-expose much of the foreground in order to keep the background from getting washed out. Nevertheless, scenery like this is why I choose to live in Alaska.
Q was not happy being constrained to stay in the canoe.We ascended the creek, trying to reach Old Man Lake. The current was too strong to paddle, so Mark put on chest waders and pulled the canoe, while I poled from behind. It was tiring work.
There were Moose along the way, and Caribou next to the creek. Too bad this fine bull Caribou would not show his face.
It's light all night long nowadays, and the birds never quit calling. The predominate sparrow of the place was Savannah Sparrow. I kept hoping to get a Song Sparrow, which is hard to find in most of Alaska. The notched tail of the sparrow above, identifies it as a Savannah Sparrow.
In the morning we easily paddled back down the stream. I was in front, while Mark took the stern. It took about an hour of pleasant paddling to get back down.
When we returned, the concrete had been moved aside, and the keys were nowhere to be found. A Red Squirrel mocked us from a tree, and some Gray Jays came to enjoy our frustration. We know one of these curious creatures made off with the keys. My money is on the squirrel. Mark called his wife who had to drive out from Anchorage with a spare key.
We had a long wait, and I watched birds and photographed wildflowers to kill the time. There are already too many photos on this blog post so those photos will have to wait for some future time.