I headed out of the house around 0740 and after coffee at Cooks Station, headed to the target lake, Caples. My original plan was to go across the spillway and set up on the sandy side. As you can see in the picture below, it was still a little white on that side. To negotiate that side when it's like this is to slog through, not only the snow, but the muddy runoff from the snow above. It's not a pretty sight so I'll just wait until the snow melts.
|The sandy side of the spillway|
I got there at 0830 and decided to set up by the dead tree instead. I don't think I've ever taken a picture of the dead tree, but I know I've talked about it quite often.
|The dead tree (the far one)|
|Across the lake|
Just so you can enjoy the beauty of the hill across from where I was sitting and understand how this can be so relaxing.The shot below is to show how clear the water is.
|Right below my feet|
|Yearly snow shelf|
Never mind, back to warm and fuzzy. Sitting in my camping chair, head back using my sweatshirt hood as a pillow, it wasn't hard to drop off to sleep. Every once in a while I'd open one eye to see if one of the rods was bouncing with a bite.
Then one time I opened my eyes, I noticed the clouds creeping over the hill across the lake.
|Clouds on the creep|
|More creeping clouds|
Then when I opened one eye I noticed that the creeping clouds were getting a touch darker and a might bigger.
|More and darker|
So here you are sitting on the side of the lake (water is a good conductor of electricity by the way) with two six foot lightning rods right next to you and the sky starts making a bunch of noise, what do you do?
You pack up and get the hell out of Dodge, that's what you do. Which is exactly what I did.
Oh, I forgot to mention that the weather guessers said on the news this morning that this was going to happen . Must have been a senior moment.
Did I catch anything? Not even a nibble.......