I believe I mentioned anticipating that the reflections might be good with the rain. I was hoping for some sun, but the play of grays was appealing too - and all that there was. Dealing with Mother Nature, you make do with what you get ... and I'm rarely disappointed.
The entire lake was a fascinating weave of muted colors, shapes, and patterns.
Shiloh inspecting the submerged shore ice. Shiloh inspecting the submerged ice.
Nainette is perched on the base of a Yellow Birch that either was chewed in deep snow, or by a very athletic beaver.
The trapper put two traps between the lodge entrances and the underwater food pile on February 9. He came back on February 12 and pulled the two dead beavers up from under the ice and removed the traps, but left this wire part of the set.
This is the first trapping that has ever been allowed on this property going back at least 70 years.