Outdoor Adventures with Gary Lee - Vol. 34
Checking traps on Friday morning before the rains came, I had a couple neat experiences, as I was walking on two feet of snow with snowshoes. Down the outlet of Limekiln Lake, I came upon three otters fishing. They were about two hundred feet away and there was a stiff wind blowing right at me, so they couldn’t smell me. I kept getting closer as I walked across the beaver pond, moving a little bit at a time when they were down under the ice fishing. I called it their fishing hole, as they would come back up in the same place each time. It was like the mother was teaching her pups how to fish because as soon as she would come back out, they would follow her. Sometimes she would have a fish, but she wasn’t sharing. I heard them give their little whistle a couple times and a raven came by to check them out. Maybe he was trying to steal one of their fish. I took a few photos and left them to their fishing spot.
Walking back out, I thought I heard a robin calling, and sure enough, two flushed out a small spring hole where there was no snow and flew up into a nearby tree. I had seen two robins in the campsite about three weeks ago, when there wasn’t all this snow, and I think these were the same two. They had scattered the leaves from the spring hole out on the snow, in search of something to eat. A few years ago, when we had a winter all winter with no breaks, there were four robins in a runoff of some of the artesian wells on Parkhurst Road. I watched these robins most of the winter, as they would flush from here every time I would walk by. This spot would get plowed full every time it snowed, but opened up in a day or so because the water out of the ground from the wells was about fifty degrees. These four robins survived all winter in this 100-foot stretch of ditch. I’m sure they foraged on some of the fruit from the nearby berry bushes also.
This was a wild weather weekend, as a line of storms raced across the country from south to north, pushing warm air in front and cold air behind, causing several tornados, strong straight-line winds, some freezing rain, snow and just plain rain. 11 people died from these storms in the south and mid-west. These temperatures up in the high sixties and low seventies in January is very unusual. The rain, wind and fog took away much of our snow cover and caused flooding in many areas from the runoff.
We traveled to Rochester this weekend for our granddaughter, Emily Bills’s, wedding to Kristopher Peterson. We went out in mostly rain on Saturday morning. We did see some sun as we went further west, but lots of wind moved the car around on the highway. The temperature when we reached Rochester was 65 degrees, which set a new high temperature there for January. Who would have thought a January wedding in Rochester would come with temperatures in the sixties? Well, it happened. The wedding was at 6:00 pm, with the reception following at the Durand Eastman Clubhouse in Irondequoit. It was only raining slightly as the guests arrived and the clubhouse was decorated very nicely by the family, with evergreen bows and battery-operated candles. Emily’s older sister, Rachel, did a lot of the arranging and things came together very nicely all evening.
There were lots of pictures before, during and after the wedding at the reception. It was a big wedding party with a beautiful Bride and Groom, 2 Maids of Honor, 5 Bridesmaids, 2 Best Men and 5 Groomsmen. Father of the bride, Dave Bills, escorted Emily down the aisle. It was a beautiful ceremony that went off without a hitch.
At the reception the groom, Kris, got toasted by his best friend, Steve Beaudet, and his brother, Marc Peterson, while the bride, Emily, got toasted by her sister, Rachel, and her best friend, Kelly Bischoping. The caterers did a great job serving just finger foods, but there was plenty of food and desserts for everyone and the bar was also busy. A great DJ kept things hopping after the wedding with dancing and fun was had by many of the wedding party, family and guests, well into the evening.
How to recover from a January melt down, but that’s another story. See ya.
Emily and Kris's Ceremony
Otters at Limekiln Lake