Dark clouds skittering over the mountains to the east, snow squalls over the mountains to the west, blue sky over the valley floor and a great old barn in a protected wetlands area made for a scenic stop yesterday. Two bird hunters were working the wetlands some distance away – later we saw they were working with a dog but the brush was high enough to hide the dog.
The wind was blowing off the lake from the southwest sending scent and sound away so Karl was oblivious as well and intent on his own exploration.
The larch are rapidly losing their needles in the brisk wind, rain and snow but still enought to show gold against the green on the mountainside.
We left the hunters and their dog to the wetlands and continued on our way.
