It was an exquisite evening. The sky was crystal clear. The sun was shining. The air calm. It was difficult to stay inside and watch television. So, about 9:00 PM, I took a drive to look for the swans we had missed the previous day. I pulled up to the creek that flows between Bishop and Mud Lake--and there they were. Both of them. Just paddling about in the open water. I watched them for about 45 minutes while several other swan watchers stopped to view them through binoculars and take pictures of them with cameras. Then a car pulled up and the driver jumped out and started walking toward them. I knew it was game over as the swans leaped onto the ice and started moving away. It wasn't long before they were airborne and gone for the evening.
I started the truck's engine and drove toward the bluff where Mt Redoubt continued to emit steam and ash into the evening air above Cook Inlet. Following a couple of photos, the light fading, it was time to go home and think about...the swans of Bishop Lake.
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