The creek bottom. Red willow and mountain tops.
Such a nice day, Willow and I decided to spend the afternoon at the river. The snow is mostly gone from the valley bottom. It hovered around 3°c. I parked myself on a log. Willow carried sticks around. Dropping them near me and then standing in the river wanting me to throw them for her, which I did. She has me trained well.
Willow packing her stick over the tracks. She always brings one back with her.
We watched a train go by. In honour of Jim from Iowa I counted the cars, 124 and two engines. Some of the cars had snow on them from coming through the Revelstoke pass. It has been a long time since I counted cars. It was a favourite pass time when I was a kid. Sometimes, I’d lose interest mid-train. Looking back I guess my attention span wasn’t too long. Or perhaps there was just so much to do on those tracks beside the river that I couldn’t wait to get at it.
Plenty of birds. I heard a woodpecker drumming, a Kingfisher rattling, a flock of Waxwings chirping, cleaning up rose hips in the wetlands. I saw none, but a lone Water Ouzel, dipping on the opposite shore, undisturbed by Willow and our juvenile stick antics.
My log by the river, cleverly disguised with bad focus and light leaks.
The water was clear. I looked for fish. Perhaps they are still on schedule, considering it’s only January.
The old pontoon bridge. A long ago used drunken shortcut from The National in Radium to home in Wilmer.
If this keeps up there will be pussy willows by February. Very fine day/
It still looks snowy up Forster.