I would rather be on my way to the summit.
It’s a fine day Agnes. Next year we must tell our young goslings the story of our stopover at Hicks Lake.
It wouldn’t be a tour guide without a photo of the pier at White Rock.
A slight variation in the time of year. Almost the same spot on Horse Lake. I guess when you’re diehard fishermen, you’ll wait out the fish no matter how long it takes or the season.
Actually this eagle was not very quiet, we were alerted to his presence by a shrill screech. But his demeanour suggested the look of a teacher demanding silence in class.
One of many weathered logs scattered on shore at Crescent Beach. Judging by the bored hole, it could have been part of an timber raft or a dock before a storm sent it here. Concentrates one’s view of the rocky beach.
Nearly all squirrels are irreverent. They have the advantage of quickness to scramble up trees or the sides of buildings if you dare to object to their chattering. By the time this fellow had hoarded all the nut in his mouth, he was quite cheeky. And alas, yet another acorn which will never grow into a mighty oak.
All is serene until the the passing of the next small fish. Many thanks to Frank Costanza for use of the line “Serenity Now”.
Yet again, a photo of Horse Lake at sunset. Only this time I wanted to soften the image and instead of trying to blur the focus, I took advantage of camera shake. Just make sure the shutter speed is really slow and take an experimental approach.
On the road to San Sebastián sits a replica of an old tequila brewing setup in a touristy building. Of course, during the owner’s explanation of the process from years ago, you have the opportunity to taste the products. Being a bit of a tequila freak, I opted for a bottle to bring home. Then a taste of the Licor de Cafe and I was instantly sold again. Now you would surmise this bottle would only occupy a temporary space on the shelf, but to my pleasant surprise it lasted close to 3 years. Olé