Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Following the river
The first photo shows what the river looks like near its beginnings, springs and creeks flow into the riverbed upstream from this spot - but you can see its shallow and quickly moving and is barely six feet wide. A bit further along I saw several cars parked as anglers tried their luck where holes had been dug by fast moving water. It has pushed aside dirt and mud from tree roots and made havens for rainbow trout to wait in between laying eggs in the nests they construct with their tails in the gravel topped by fast water.
Fishing season opened here last weekend.
But there were also several people walking and exploring - it was a supremely beautiful day. My dogs heads were out the windows of the car, noses twinkling for the entire trip.
Further along I noticed deep in the cedars edging the river, a tent blending in with the surrounding bush, but standing out, two colourful ATVs and a couple of people sitting by the river enjoying the peace and the sun. Camping isn't encouraged along here, but who would notice these two and who would care at this point in the season either?
Then the floor of the valley widened and I came across a red brick farm house and across from it - a blue clapboard cottage. Such a difficult road in winter I mused as I saw a kid's bicycle leaning against the porch of the old homestead... still actively being used obviously.
I crossed the road and called out to a person I saw working behind the fences. Could I take a picture of the sheep. She walked out and laughed - "They're goats - and certainly - open the gate and come in." So I did.
This is a small herd of angora goats, the one in the lead whose horns are big and curling is the boss. The herd has just been clipped and their hair has been taken into the house on the small hill that is part to this tiny farm where it is cleaned and spun into yarn. I learned all about this while chatting with the owner.
And then I saw the first baby of the spring - two weeks old, too shy to come close to me but sweet and fuzzy as she danced away running bleating to her mother.