After leaving the car show in Creede, Colorado, we drove southeast to South Fork, and on south to Beaver Creek Reservoir. We took the kayak from one end of the lake to the other and then back again, which took about an hour. On the way back to our campground south of Creede, we were treated to a spectacular sunset.
“Quack.” “Quack-quack.” “Quack-quack-quack-quack.” “Quack.” “Quack-quack.” “Quack-quack-quack.”
When in a
kayak, you can approach ducks and wildlife and get a whole lot closer than any
other way, except for a blind, maybe.
Well, we were behind a couple of common mergansers, and we stopped
paddling so we wouldn’t scare them. But
they were getting nervous, discussing our impending approach with each other:
“Quack.” “Quack-quack.” “Quack-quack-quack-quack.” “Quack.” “Quack-quack.” “Quack-quack-quack.”
And then a rainbow trout shot straight out of the water
beside them and flew a good three feet in the air.
“QUAAAAAACKKKK!!!!!!!” screamed both mergansers in unison,
and flapped and splatted and squawked themselves into flight.
We couldn’t
paddle for a while after that, because we were too busy laughing.
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