These shots were taken the next day, on a dog walk to the dam. I prefer to do my morning dog wrangling as far away from other people and dogs as possible. Lucy is a handful, but we're making progress. I think she's starting to see me as her Pack Leader. Even when Rick has her leash, she watches me the entire time to see what I want her to do. This is good, considering what a struggle the last 8 years have been with this girl.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned that the park is surrounded on one end by private property, and some very nice homes. This bit of fence always makes me happy as I walk by to see that little shed through the slats, looking like a beach shack on a coastal cliff.
Later in the day, after walking the dogs again, Rick and I like to go for another stroll to the lake, without the dogs, so we can relax and watch the evening light shift on the hills, and maybe sight a bald eagle or osprey. The picnic area is beautiful and grassy, and goes all the way to the lake's edge. You have to step around the goose poop, but since dogs aren't allowed in that area, it's not as treacherous as it could be...
This is our park. Our lake. We feel more of a personal connection to it the longer we spend here. We love it, and feel happy to have the chance to care for this sweet little piece of the planet. It's a lot different now than it was in winter, when we had to open and close two locked gates every time we went into town. In some ways I like it better now, with the park open and people everywhere. Most of the people are nice. A few are absolute buffoons, but we've found out that we can kick them out if they just won't behave. It's kind of a nice feeling of power, but still, it's better when folks are respectful of each other and of this beautiful place. Life is good here at Emigrant Lake. Really good. Are we lucky or what?