is about a remote area in west central British Columbia, Canada
called the West Chilcotin. Surrounded by numerous glacial mountain
ranges, alpine lakes teeming with wild Rainbow Trout, and full
of wildlife. Living here goes from no running water or electricity
to spacious log homes with all the conveniences and without
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got to try out the new cross country ski track today.
I was so excited by the prospect that it was hard
to force myself to work on the computer for a few hours
before going out.
It started snowing fine flurries this morning so it wasn't
exactly a glorious day to go out. Temperatures were right
on freezing and I was afraid that the fresh snow might
stick to my skis but I thought I would go check out anyway.
If it was no good, I would come back and go for a walk
Heading out across Nimpo Lake to the opposite shore
was great and since the going was good, I decided
to see how close I could get to my ultimate goal, Dot
Island, even though it was hard to see through the little
snowflakes. I had to take a quick short cut on my old
ski trail and it becomes obvious pretty fast just what
an amazing difference there is between a
ski made trail and a track setter. Pure heaven and feeling
pretty spoiled, let me tell you!
I was getting closer to Dot Island when I came around
the corner of a point extending out into the lake and
scared up a moose from about fifty feet away.
I didn't get much of an opportunity to watch it as it
fled down the lake because the dogs took off as well.
The Lab stopped dead on my first yell but it took quite
a bit more yelling to stop the other dog in his tracks
and get him to come back. That is one thing I will not
tolerate is my dogs running game or even scaring them
for that matter. Surprisingly, the moose didn't move as
fast as I would have expected it to, and in fact, stopped
for a few moments. Then it continued along the shoreline
for quite a ways before finally disappearing into the
bush. That tells me that the animals feel far more
secure staying on the lake with little snow until they
see what's behind them.
Since I was busy bellowing at River I got little chance
to take a picture so it's a good thing I didn't have the
camera with me for the first time since I started skiing,
or I would have been really upset at the
dog. It would be my luck that the little
camera that's so easy to carry has been out on loan since
yesterday. However, I don't seem to be the only camera
challenged person in the country. I don't know how
many people have told me about the terrific wildlife shots
they could have gotten in the last few weeks if they'd
just had a camera. Or as in the case of the neighbour
across the lake who tried to take pictures of a bunch
of caribou they came upon, had the camera but the batteries
were dead. Actually, the same fellow said that he and
his wife got up yesterday morning and looked out to see
a moose in front of the house looking right back at them!
Gotta love it!
Skiing back across the lake today was not nearly as nice
as going out. The temperature must have just changed slightly
because my skis were really sticking to the new skiff
of snow in the track. It wasn't bad if I climbed out of
the track and onto the icy drifts on the lake but as long
as I stayed in the track I risked taking a header every
second step. As a result, I had to shuffle-ski all the
way home. Slow going to say the least.
Part of the province is expecting much colder temperatures
and I'm almost hoping we see them as well. At
least it would make for nicer skiing as long as it wasn't
too cold. However, on the weather map we almost look like
we're on the warm side of a big low spinning off the coast
of British Columbia, so I don't know what we're going
to get. I don't think the weatherman knows either.
perhaps it should be described as the moose saga.
Yesterday morning Andy watched a moose that looked really
confused and acted strangely out on the lake. Yesterday
afternoon, I saw why.
A moose came out from behind the small island crossing
over behind the big island with the cow and calf not far
behind it. The first moose started on a bit of
a run and disappeared behind the big island while the
cow and calf stopped in the middle of the lake. She wandered
first one way, then another, looking toward where the
other moose had gone and then back from where she had
come from. After wandering around on the lake for awhile,
she and the calf headed first toward a large peninsula
extending out into the lake, and then eventually back
toward the small island. I saw her look back, and the
other moose comes back into view. The cow and calf stop
and face back toward it until there's about a hundred
feet between them. Then the cow took a run at the
other moose full tilt, turned and headed back toward her
calf. The other moose then starts running at her.
Finally, all three disappeared behind the small island.
Eventually, the single moose reappeared and headed toward
For the life of me I have no idea what went on with that
little performance. Has a single animal tried to join
the cow and calf group? Momma has been sticking pretty
much to herself the whole time she and last year's calf
have been hanging around, so she obviously isn't
much into company.
I suppose it's possible that the other moose is a two
year old that she kicked out when she had her present
calf and it's just not getting the message. Or is the
other moose a dry cow that is trying to steal the calf?
Or a bull that is trying to kill the calf?
I just saw the loner moose crossing behind the big island
about a half hour ago and then back to the small island
just a few minutes ago. Perhaps the cow managed to lose
the animal since yesterday and it's trying to find her
again. Don't know, but it sure is interesting.
What's most amazing to me is being able to look
out over Nimpo Lake periodically and see at least one
moose a day. That isn't that common an event in
the winter. You see them, but certainly not that much!
I can only guess that the lake is still the fastest manner
for them to get around because there's so little snow
on it, very few people this year, and no vehicles. The
moose don't seem to be bothered at all by the fact that
there are houses and people on three sides of the lake.
It's their kingdom and that's just all.
I did run across what I'm reasonably sure was a wolf track
on the lake while skiing yesterday. It's a lot bigger
track than our biggest dog can make, and even where it
showed up quite clearly, it was still dished out on the
edges like there was a lot of hair around the pads. The
animal did a lot of wandering around over on the other
side where there are so many moose tracks and beds as
well as on the big island where the moose have also been.
We don't get a lot of wolves around here, but they
do come in occasionally. Most people in the area
only ever see one and we've only seen a pair crossing
the lake once. So at least no packs have moved in. Not
as far as we know, anyway.
I took the track setter out onto Nimpo Lake today. It
has to be pulled at a very slow speed in order to set
a proper track, but unfortunately, any liquid cooled snowmobile
overheats at that speed. It didn't take long for my red
light to come on so I shut the machine off and loaded
the tunnel with snow to get it cooled off. It took about
a half hour of waiting before I could get the snowmobile
started again so after that, I just turned out of the
track every few minutes and ran the machine at a higher
speed in deep snow. I got a half decent cross country
ski track laid down one side of the lake and then up the
other so that now I'll have a good run from my
end and Mazy should have a good run from hers.
is the odd time while living in the Chilcotin that there
is a disappointing downside to the remoteness.
Andy is in the process of learning to fly but of course
there are a lot of steps between starting and actually
doing. Thank the government for being so over-regulated
on that score. Pretty much anyone can get behind the wheel
of a 45 foot long RV, no matter that they might be ninety
five years old, half blind and susceptible to heart attacks,
and cruise down a busy highway packed with weekend travelers.
But if you want to fly a small bush plane in air
space so empty you're lucky to find a bird, you have more
hoops to jump through than you can shake a stick at.
I don't have a problem with rules and regulations and
we're lucky to have a fully certified instructor willing
to come up here and live for a couple of months. But when
you're dealing with pilot medicals done 100 miles to the
west of us, that have to be sent 350 miles to the south
of us, after medical tests are completed 200 miles to
the east of us, all based on everyone else's time frame,
never mind that we have one of our own or are the ones
dealing with the distance issue. It's like a house
of cards or row of dominoes. Each one has to be
stood up carefully in order to make each behind it stand
as it should. If one collapses, they all do.
The same distance thing can get in the way when
trying to fly out for a holiday. I'm supposed
to go visit my brother for five days in Reno. That should
be a pretty simple matter because from most places it
is. However, just to fly out of here to Vancouver where
you can catch a flight to Reno is several hundred dollars
more than the main flight is. Andy can drive me to Prince
George (nearly six hours) where I can catch a series of
flights taking up to thirteen hours with several plane
changes (including in San Francisco) just to get to Reno.
Or I can drive into Williams Lake (three hours) to ride
a bus from Williams Lake to Vancouver (nine hours) then
transit or taxi to the airport (two hours) where I can
take a plane four hours to Reno and then do everything
in reverse. Since bus times and plane times don't match
up, I would have to have motel rooms going both ways as
well. The way I look at it, I can probably drive
to Reno in not much more time than that. Once
you factor in fuel costs or ticket costs, they're probably
much the same. In fact, if I owned a small car, driving
would probably be cheaper.
There is no question that having access to the Internet
to collect all the information speeds things up considerably,
but matching times and dates and realizing what a colossal
job it is just to get somewhere is highly frustrating.
Can you tell I don't travel much? Actually, I've done
quite a bit of traveling but it's always been from the
front seat of my own vehicle and I'm thinking that may
just be the way it will be this time as well.
Though my frustrating travel plans are really of minor
importance, Andy's attempt to get pilot training could
easily be sidelined for yet another four years because
of our location. Although we would never trade our
beautiful, peaceful country for the convenience of a more
populated area, (think smog, crime, people...)
there is that rare moment when you wish things could be
different. Especially for those folks that live out here
who are getting older and who's health is deteriorating,
and there are many. They generally take the long trips
out to hospitals or doctors in stride, but many accept
that they will eventually have to move. There is no question
that there are trade offs and it would seem the key is
organization and planning way, way ahead. We all
operate on Chilcotin time out here with a lax
view on rules, regulations and time constraints. Unfortunately,
the rest of the world doesn't.
The new weather system has landed a warm front over us
with temperatures well above freezing and a constantly
changing mix of sun and cloud. Skiing was out of the question
yesterday because the snow was so warm it would have just
balled up under my skis. I've taken a few headers before
because of that and know better now. But a long walk netted
me lots of fresh moose tracks on and off the road. There
must be a zillion rabbit tracks crisscrossing the fresh
snow and either our lynx has quite the country or he's
eating really, really well right now.
Andy watched a confused moose wander Nimpo Lake this morning,
going back and forth unable to make up his mind where
he was going. I'm not sure what was up with that. But
there's no question the animals are sticking around. Neighbours
went snowmobiling yesterday and counted 27 caribou
crossing Nimpo Lake on their way up to Goat Lake.
I've gotten kind permission from the owner of The Dean
to use his track setter to make ski trails for myself
and Andy's instructor down to the other end of the lake.
I'm hesitant at the moment to run all the way down because
the same fellow got badly stuck in overflow with his jeep
after I saw him driving down the lake the other day. Since
a track setter is heavy and you have to go slow pulling
it with the snowmobile, I hesitate to meet the same fate,
but we'll see.
Snow Flakes Are Falling On My Head...
was a song wasn't it? Maybe not. There'll be a few pounds
of snow on my head by the time I go out skiing this afternoon
if this doesn't quit!
Andy and Mazy were supposed to go up for their first practice
run in the plane today. Andy's been watching the mountains
slowly disappear behind a curtain of cloud and by the
time I got up, they were gone. We could see snow
slowly making its way across the lake and it's been pouring
it down now for about an hour. Fine flakes at
first but big fat ones are falling now so that should
signal an end soon. Maybe.
It's really nice to see the snow, even if it does foul
up the best of plans. It's been a couple of weeks at least
now since we've seen snow falling and I'm tired of the
ice. This will be wonderful stuff to make new ski tracks
A couple of the neighbours were going to go sledding
today, possibly popping down to Charlotte Lake
for a cup of tea with friends and asked us along. I expect
that will have been put off until tomorrow now too simply
because it's hard to see much when the light is like this
and there are snowflakes blanketing your faceplate.
We've had quite a spell of very cold nights and not bad
days with the sun shining almost every day. The
moon has been so bright it's been lighting up the night
so that you can see almost as well as during the day,
especially with the moonlight reflecting off the snow.
But I guess our weather is changing now. Andy commented
yesterday that it was a local oldtimer's contention that
a completely full moon would signal a weather change to
warmer temperatures. That holds true too, to the best
of my recollection. It seems you can get into some really
deadly cold spells, even in summer, on a moon growing
fatter, but then it changes on a full moon or waning moon.
I went on a walk yesterday in the back woods and
was surprised to see that there weren't that many fresh
moose tracks crossing the trail. I figured the
animals may have moved on because conditions are so much
better for them with the snow having settled a bit. There
is a crust on top but it doesn't do much to support a
dog like Mocha who was floundering quite a bit whenever
she went off the trail, so it may still slow predators
down from putting the run on moose, deer and caribou.
When I hit the road it became apparent why there were
no tracks in the woods. The moose are all walking
around on the road! Fresh tracks were everywhere
and when I talked to my neighbour, he said there was fresh
sign by his place and he saw a moose crossing the lake
yesterday. So I guess they're still here, they're just
choosing the easy routes.
I found a bed right on the lake close to the shore on
the opposite side of Nimpo Lake when I went skiing the
other day. It doesn't look like the moose are staying
in the woods at all over there either, but only near them
Our snow stopped, it lightened up and I went for a ski
across the lake. It's a little brutal in our bay because
I couldn't find my ski tracks that were cut into the ice
drifts during the melt, but once across the lake it was
nice going. We got about an inch and a half in that
little snowstorm today, freshening things up quite a bit.
Now the sun is trying to peak through and you can see
the mountains so maybe we'll have a nice day tomorrow.
I watched folks from across the way drive down the middle
of Nimpo Lake to the other end while I was out skiing
today. I guess that means they are the first to
drive the lake this year! I'm sure there's lots
of ice out in the middle because there's about 18 inches
in our bay, but still, it takes a lot of guts to be the
first ones out there! Especially without the reassurance
of an ice road. Maybe we'll take the ice auger out to
the middle tomorrow and see just how big a vehicle can
travel it. It sure would be nice to be able to drive the
The Remarkable Tales Of Rimarko
on Charlotte Lake has an interesting background and colorful
reputation going back years. Also spelled Remarko,
there is both a ranch and a huge lodge located on massive
Charlotte Lake only a few minutes over the hill from Nimpo
Lake. By floatplane, anyway.
I bring the place up because I got an inquiry a little
while back from a fellow that wanted to know what had
happened to it and if the airfield there was still open
to planes. I didn't ask, but can only assume he visited
the place years ago and so was somewhat familiar with
it. However, the lodge at Rimarko has long been
in disrepair even though the present owner's
wife tried to fix it up and run it as a paying lodge
again in the early 80's, but without success.
Ever since I first hit this country years ago
I remember hearing fantastic stories about the lodge,
or certainly what seemed fantastic to me considering
Charlotte Lake's isolation from the rest of the world.
I remember the first time I tried driving over the road,
and I use that term loosely, to the recreational beach
end of the lake. After what seemed several hours of
bouncing through ruts and over large rocks pointing
in all different directions I finally arrived at the
end and promptly turned around because it was so late
in the day. So when I heard that Rimarko Lodge had for
many years entertained famous hollywood stars and politicians
from all over the world and had an extremely colorful
past, I had some serious doubts. First of all, how the
hell would they get in there?!!!
Well as it turns out, the lodge had a runway that
was as long as our airport runway at Anahim Lake
and could take some pretty large planes, one of which
was a DC-3 that ferried the supplies and people in for
the many large parties the lodge hosted. Rimarko was
also known as the place for a working
holiday ...you know, the kind you took your secretary
on. Discretion and isolation. What more do you need?
I ran into a fine man long since retired from the police
force that lives with his wife on Charlotte Lake. I
figured I could get a little background on Rimarko from
John since he lived in the area but what I got was a
really good story. It turns out that John was pretty
good friends with the guy that owned Remarko way back
then and as John said, "Boy, there's some
stories I could tell about that place! Someone should
write a book about it." Well John, if we
ever get a chance to sit down over a few cups of coffee
one day, maybe I will. Unfortunately, standing in the
parking lot up at the Post Office wasn't the best place
for background but John was obliging, nonetheless.
It seems the owner's family either owned or was directly
involved with Fairbanks Morris, which I gather was a
large manufacturing company in the States that had something
to do with electrical systems. Doesn't matter. Anyway,
this guy was the black sheep of a moneyed family
so they shipped him out of the country, presumably with
some money, kind of into an exile of sorts.
It sounds like whether he had money or not, he had a
lot of gumption and through a lot of hard work and vision,
he built the lodge on Charlotte Lake. Over a period
of years he built up a very distinct clientele from
all over the world. Rich, powerful or famous, they somehow
made their way into the trackless wilderness (or darned
near so) to hunt, bird, vacation and party. Since it
used to take people several days to get out to this
area by horse and wagon, I can only assume that most
came by plane. Otherwise they would all have been
toothless from bouncing over the roads.
I had heard that people had been coming to the lodge
as far back as the roaring 20's but I really don't know
if that's true. I do know that John's story was about
a time in the mid 60's. By this time the guy had married,
had a family and his daughter was getting married.
Morris (His last name, I don't remember his first, though
John did tell me.) invited John to his
daughter's wedding at the lodge and to the big party
afterward. John commented that it would be a fancy affair
and Morris told him to come and to bring his friends
if he wanted, and not to worry about anything.
John said they arrived at the party, with their best
shirts and jeans on but of course they couldn't possibly
compete with the sea of long ball gowns and black tuxes.
He said the women wore long gloves and were dripping
with more jewellry than you'll ever see in a lifetime.
Loads of fresh flowers had been flown in for the lawn
wedding, and young guys were shaking champaign bottles
until they blew the corks and spewed the drink out in
great fountains. John said, "They didn't
even drink it, they would just set the bottle down,
pick up another and do it again, on and on until they
must have gone through cases!!"
John said there must have been a hundred lights lit
in the lodge and on the lawn so that the whole place
looked like a jewel flashing in the dark. And the food,
he said! There was everything you could think of and
even some things you couldn't!
There were cases of every kind of liquor stacked behind
the bar and great tubs of ice and fine glassware everywhere.
Morris brought in a bartender from New York,
a fancy Chef, and even a piano player from Chicago.
John said Morris introduced him to the bartender and
told him John was to get whatever he wanted, when he
wanted, all night long. That might not have been a good
thing according to John.
I guess the piano player had been playing background
music to the party, but John said it was almost like
elevator music. By this time, most of the folks are
getting to feeling pretty good. So when the piano player
took a break, John's friend Gerald, from Bella Coola,
asked the piano man if he could play a few tunes in
the interim. "Go ahead," the black gentleman
said, "By all means!"
"Now," John said, "Gerald
doesn't play elevator music, but he can play! Gerald
gets going on the piano, another friend gets on his
guitar and someone else gets going on the accordian.
Before you know it, the ladies are kicking up their
heels, the men hootin' and hollerin' and everyone's
just having a grand old time. Livened that party right
up! Course the piano player never did get back on his
piano for the rest of the night. No one wanted him to."
John said parties there could go all night and for several
days but by the wee hours of the morning, he decided
he'd better be getting home. He had to cross Charlotte
Lake by boat and as he stated, he was having problems
even finding the boat! He and the rest
of his party got loaded up and set off, and John said
it was lucky that someone had set out a lantern at his
dock or he would never have been able to navigate his
way back home.
It's funny, but my imagination kicks into overdrive
every time someone tells me about Remarko in its hayday
and always the same picture comes to mind. I guess because
so many people that have been in the country for years
describe it all in much the same way. A place involving
a lot of opulence and glitter. I can just imagine
the place lit up like a wildly flickering jewel at night,
in inky blackness where even to this day there is no
electricity or any other source of light to
take away from the building's own majesty. A huge lake
to reflect all that light back looking like a million
diamonds on the water. Piano music and laughter spilling
out the doors and windows and the aroma of expensive
cigar smoke wafting on the breeze.
I wonder what some trapper passing by through
the woods with his packtrain after being out in the
bush for a year, would have thought about the whole
The whole thing would have looked very out of place
in the Chilcotin, I'm sure!
Keep in mind that throughout the region most people
still lived in log cabins, some quite small, heating
with wood and lighting with kerosine lamps. Most folks
didn't own vehicles because few could make it out over
the road from Williams Lake without falling to pieces,
so most people still got around with horses and wagons.
Many who lived in remote cabins hauled in their food
and supplies only once or twice a year and cash money
was a scarce commodity. So the opulence displayed
at Rimarko would have been a rare thing indeed and something
to be remarked upon for the rest of the century.
The Last Day
years January seems to be the longest month of any in
the year. It just seems to drag on forever. This year
it went somewhere, and I have no idea where. I think we
were looking on the calendar to see what day had the full
moon and on seeing it was the 31st. today, my reaction
was, "Holy Cow!! What the heck happened to
In any case, the month is nearly gone, hope it was as
good for you as it was for me, and this isn't going to
be a long article because I'm backed up a bit on work
and I've lost part of the evening to a supper date.
Andy's niece arrived in Nimpo Lake this evening
to instruct him in the art of flying. Betcha not
that many guys get to be taught by a pilot that
good looking! We took Mazy out to burgers down at the
Dutchman and got her settled into her new digs. So from
here on out Andy will have to keep his nose to the grindstone,
or in the books, anyway.
The lake has really been grumbling the last two
nights as well as today. The night temperatures
have been dropping down to about -20C or 5 below zero
Fahrenheit but getting up to around freezing or above
during the day with lots of heat in the sun. Now that
it's rock hard compact snow on the surface of the lake
I think that the drastic temperature difference is really
causing the ice to sing. And crack. You can really hear
the snow shift and you can tell a chunk of ice has
dropped a few inches with a real whoomphf!
Had another good run on the lake yesterday. Donn over
at The Dean was kind enough to run a cross country trail
in the back bay and across the front and I got to be the
first to use it. The downside was that it was too short
so I ended up following my tracks across Nimpo Lake to
the point where the moose hang out. Still all kinds of
fresh tracks over there.
Today I took a break, mainly because I have a lot of work
to catch up on but there's also no point in making my
muscles so sore I foul myself up for several days. After
all, this is the first week out on skis, so might as well
Okay, gotta go folks. Hopefully I can sneak some time
on here tomorrow!
Work Party Of One
have been a lot of beetle killed pine trees dropping around
here and I've been of little assistance in that endeavor.
Although I did get to roast a hot dog for lunch
over the fire that Andy now has in the driveway
on which he burns all of the limbs and branches from the
dead trees. Other than pulling down the odd tree while
Andy cuts, or throwing a few measly branches on the fire
on occasion, Andy has been doing all of the work clearing
our property of the dead trees. And it's definitely making
a difference to the looks of the place. Still lots and
lots to go yet and unfortunately, there are a number that
are going to be a little tricky to bring down because
they're positioned in a manner to do maximum damage to
buildings, powerlines, or toys.
Even without the sun shining it ended up being several
degrees above freezing today which really softened up
the snow. It meant a good run on cross country skis
out on the lake today because I was actually making
a track in the hard surface snow over the ice. Yesterday
I tried out the ski trail that the owner of The Dean tracks
into snow above the highway. I think yesterday might have
been a bad day to try it. The trail had glazed over from
melt the day before and was extremely slippery. Going
down hill on cross country skis through tight corners
around pine trees on an unfamiliar and icy trail does
not turn me on. Once, I had to fall down just to
keep from landing headfirst and breaking a ski (or my
skull) on a pine tree that was coming at me at a ferocious
rate. After landing on my butt about four times,
I gave up and turned around. That's okay. The dogs needed
a run and since they couldn't come up with me, I came
back home and took them for a walk instead, vowing to
stick to trails I break myself on the lake or in the woods.
That way, if I break my neck I have only myself to blame.
Andy saw another moose in our meadow this morning
but decided he didn't want to go chasing it with a camera
again today. It suits us if they're comfortable
sticking around the area so there's no sense frightening
them off for the sake of more pictures.
I was concerned that I might have bothered the cow moose
and calf that hang out on the other side of the lake exactly
where I like to go cross country skiing. Apparently leaving
my own scent, as well as the two dogs leaving tracks and
scent all over the place Saturday, bothered the moose
not at all. My ski trail was stomped nearly out
of existence by moose tracks. Apparently they
decided it was a very convenient place to walk. So I guess
I'm just not going to worry about sharing the environment
with the wildlife. They certainly don't seem to have a
problem sharing it with me.
I'm aware that mooses is not the proper term for a multiple
number of moose. You would really think that there
would be more consistency in the English language. If
the plural of goose is geese, then how come we don't have
meese when we have more than one moose?
This morning Andy had to run over to Nimpo and just
as he pulled out of our yard he saw a band of moose crossing
the little meadow next to our guest cabin. He
backed up the truck as quickly and quietly as possible,
ran into the house, grabbed the camera and headed back
out, hoping the moose hadn't taken off. He knows how much
I value pictures of animals, especially close up ones
that I can use here.
There were four moose, presumably the same four he saw
cross Nimpo Lake yesterday morning. But no calf. Andy
said they got a little nervous as he neared them because
the snow was so crunchy, but they couldn't have been that
nervous! With the exception of a young one at the
back of the pack, most of them had their heads buried
in the buckbrush, feeding, while Andy took pictures.
Eventually the four crossed our driveway and continued
on their way in about the same spot as I've seen tracks
crossing the last few weeks.
Shortly after I got up, one of the lodge owners was taking
a walk across the lake with her dog. Suddenly, as she
neared the small island, the cow moose with the small
calf came pelting out the other side and split for the
far shore as fast as they could go. Since these two are
definitely different from the four I just saw pictures
of, then there's no question that there are at least six
moose wandering around the edges of Nimpo Lake. Although
with two scares in two days, I'm not sure how long the
cow and calf will hang around.
From all evidence, the cow has been sticking pretty close
to the edge of the lake and I think it's because her calf
from last spring is not that big. It wouldn't have an
easy time making it through deep snow and now that the
snow on the lake has settled it's a good place for a fast
getaway if you have short legs. Otherwise, it's
possible it could meet the same fate as a calf moose found
up near Heckman Pass along the road recently.
It had dived off of the road, probably because of a vehicle
and become imbedded in the deep snow. It couldn't move
and died there where it had to be disposed of by the highways
This probably explains why that cow and calf wouldn't
move off of our road for Andy about a week ago. The snow
hadn't settled yet and was still really deep. I wonder
by what instinct a cow moose knows that it's dangerous
to have a small calf at higher elevations when there's
deep snow. Or does she?
With the exception of our dogs, said wussies
being in the porch because of cold temperatures, pretty
much every dog in the neighbourhood was setting up a major
ruckus late last night. Finally, after listening
for a moment, I could hear coyotes howling. It's getting
close to their mating season now so we'll be hearing them
a bit more. It's funny because everyone has been commenting
on how few coyotes there seems to be around right now.
I don't know if they've been laying low because of deep
snow or not, but I definitely haven't been seeing much
in the way of tracks this winter.
I had to run up to Nimpo Lake this afternoon and as I
drove by the gun range I slowed down thinking it might
be a good place to see a moose. Sure enough, there was
a big black guy at the far end of the meadow nipping at
buds on poplar trees as he moved up the slope. He stood
some tall and some hefty!
He was all by himself and he had to be the bull
that Andy has seen a couple of times, once crossing
the road not far from there. Andy had commented then on
how huge and black this particular moose was and although
I kept taking the camera to town with me in the hopes
of seeing him, today was the first time. I only had the
little camera with me, so at that distance, he didn't
show up that well in the pictures. I did get enough of
an opportunity to study him though, to realize that the
four moose Andy took pictures of this morning, many of
which are up on the right, are smaller than this guy.
Who knows, they may all be pregnant cows of varying ages
with the possible exception of the smaller animal looking
face on. It might well be the two year old offspring of
one of the others. Without antlers, you just can't
always tell. In any case, that's seven moose we've
seen today, all within two miles of our place, and none
of them that shy.
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