B - reporting
We were up quite early and after some rather disappointing coffee* we drove into the pretty little town of Clear Lake, where we immediately found a coffee shop. We rushed out with our drinks, avoiding the temptation of cookies, muffins and other delicious baked snacks, and went to the Visitor Centre where we got some info on local hikes from a friendly bearded man. But first...bison!
The Park has a protected herd of about 40 bison in a large enclosure of prairie grass, or fescue. We headed out there eagerly anticipating our first sight of the mighty beasts. We looked, and stared, and drove round the enclosure and all we found was bison poo.** The grass was quite lovely, though, at this time of year a field of small purple and yellow flowers mingling among the tall green grasses.
So we eventually drove off through the dirt roads to do some hiking. We were driven back by mozzies from our first attempt, but soon found a beautiful spot by a lake where we heard loons calling (no, not G) and tiny fish swam round our feet.
We then went back to town to fill up with petrol and coffee, had another stroll round the gorgeous clear lake then headed back to our campsite for beer o'clock and BBQ sausages.
* I blame the powdered milk
** it is exactly like cow poo
We were up quite early and after some rather disappointing coffee* we drove into the pretty little town of Clear Lake, where we immediately found a coffee shop. We rushed out with our drinks, avoiding the temptation of cookies, muffins and other delicious baked snacks, and went to the Visitor Centre where we got some info on local hikes from a friendly bearded man. But first...bison!
The Park has a protected herd of about 40 bison in a large enclosure of prairie grass, or fescue. We headed out there eagerly anticipating our first sight of the mighty beasts. We looked, and stared, and drove round the enclosure and all we found was bison poo.** The grass was quite lovely, though, at this time of year a field of small purple and yellow flowers mingling among the tall green grasses.
So we eventually drove off through the dirt roads to do some hiking. We were driven back by mozzies from our first attempt, but soon found a beautiful spot by a lake where we heard loons calling (no, not G) and tiny fish swam round our feet.
We then went back to town to fill up with petrol and coffee, had another stroll round the gorgeous clear lake then headed back to our campsite for beer o'clock and BBQ sausages.
* I blame the powdered milk
** it is exactly like cow poo
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| Bison poo or is it? |
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| Clear Lake beach complete with Holiday makers! |
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