Leaving camp, I was beginning to paddle and Jim told me to quit, as he had the motor in the water and running! I had no idea...it was so quiet. What luxury!
Soon, I spotted a "white rock" that upon approach, got up and swam about!
Birds flew about in the salt cedar and willows lining the shore.
The closer we got, the more nervous they appeared. Some would dive to escape our approach.
Just when we thought all geese had either flown or dived under to avoid us, I spotted movement on the hillside. Some of the geese had gotten out of the water and were climbing the cutbank to safety!
We watched in amazement as they used their beaks and wings to haul themselves up and over the steep embankment.
What a sight to see!
The creek narrowed as we progressed and soft blossoms clung to the partially submerged salt cedar bushes.
I had decided early in the day that there would be no going back. Now, instead of paddling my tail off, I was resting comfortably watching the world go by.
Realizing that we must be near the confluence of the two creeks, we remained watchful.
After a time, we spotted this scoop of pelicans, resting on a shallow gravel bar at the mouth of Timber creek.
After eyeing us for a bit, the squadron of birds took flight.