A word about Lake Kanaskan

A word about Lake Kanaskan 

This area was so beautiful and isolated.  The lake was glass smooth.  The lack of wildlife still strikes me, and I hope it is because it is so early in the spring.  We have passed patches of snow all along the road, despite daytime temperatures in the 50’s and 60’s.

In the evening, what strikes me is how quiet it is.  A hawk flew over my head, and I could actually hear his wings flapping.  There is the one resident Pacific Loon swimming in the distance, but he seems to be sitting still, not wanting to make a wake.

In the night, there is a single bird, a loud one, that chirps at around sunset (which is after 10 pm) and he starts again at the first morning light (around 4 am).  It is like the call to prayer, and I call him the muezzin bird.

Occasionally you hear a car go by on the highway, and during daylight hours, you can see it through the trees.  But they are few and far between. There is a single woman in our camp with a big dog.  She is sleeping in her car.  Two couples are driving a big Class A camper, the biggest we’ve ever seen, with two slide outs.  They sit at the picnic table and play a serious game of cards. There are a couple of others here, but in the morning, they are all gone and we have the place to ourselves.