And kayak season has officially begun.  We drove up to the disappearing Fish Lake yesterday only to find that it disappeared very early this year, the result of a very small snow fall which normally melts and fills it up.  So, ever resourceful, we drove across the road and put in at the amazing ultra-oligiotrophic Clear Lake.

It is impossible to photograph the clarity and color of this incredibly clear, cold deep water.

No microorganisms can survive in its consistently 38 degree water.  Folklore has it that, should you capsize, you have about 90 seconds before hypothermia sets in and your heart stops beating.  I sort of doubt that.  Rainbow trout, however, seem to thrive.

A beautiful flock of bluejays joined us for lunch.

And we took the scenic route home to once again marvel at Sahalie Falls.

Roxie was in a bit of a snit, her dinner being a couple of hours late.  And I thought I was totally depleted until someone called to say there was still enough time to get down to La Margarita to celebrate Cinco de Mayo.  I rallied.