Cold Lake

The town of Cold Lake has the neatest murals and signage!

 

 

Maybe you had to be there, but this was hilarious!  Jeff was wrestling with the tent against the wind, trying to move it into the sun to finish drying out after the rain.

 

 

Thursday night we fell asleep to the sounds of waves crashing the shore and wind rustling in the trees.  Saturday and Sunday we awoke to the cawing of crows, squawk of seagulls and the busy chatter of squirrels.  Saturday night, down on the beach we heard a chorus of coyotes and sat mesmerized at our campsite as a bushy-tailed fox trotted down the road nearby and stopped to look us over.  Sunday afternoon a red headed woodpecker drilled a tree nearby, a busy squirrel tossed acorns down from its perch in a nearby pine and "Frank" the seagull hung around looking for morsels. 

We had a great time.  It's good to be home in the warmth of our house but I miss the lake.  I think it shall become a yearly tradition to go camping in Cold Lake.