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Return to Bowman Lake: Photographs

Susan and I went back to Bowman Lake this week, and stayed in the same creek campsite there that we stayed in a few weeks ago. We went out on the lake in Susan's raft again, but this time the dogs both insisted in climbing in the raft along with us - even though the raft was really not built to hold as much weight as two adult humans plus two medium-sized dogs. We ended up with a lot of water in the bottom of the boat, and dogs shaking themselves dry in our faces, and a complete inability to steer the raft in any direction, because Boston kept climbing all over the raft and shifting the weight distribution so much that it destroyed Susan's steering efforts.

This beardtongue was blooming near our campsite on our last trip too, but this time I got a picture of it.

I think the lower middle plant here is a willow. The ones on each side are redwoods, and the upper middle one is an aspen. I took this picture directly across Jackson Creek from our campsite. On the night we arrived, I took Boston for a walk on the opposite shore while Susan and Taco stayed at the campsite.

Boston followed me along the shore of Jackson Creek to the spot where it flows into Bowman Lake.

It's a very pretty spot.

Boston posed in it for me.

Not much further on is the spot where Prairie Creek flows into Bowman Lake. This is Bowman Lake as seen from Prairie Creek. Bowman Lake Falls is supposedly located on Prairie Creek, so I walked up Prairie Creek to look for it, but I never found it.

So I went back to our campsite. This field of St. John's wort is located in the middle of Bowman Lake Campground. If you look closely, you can see Boston running around on the other side of the field of St. John's wort.

A butterfly landed on the St. John's wort.

Back at the campsite, Taco rolled in the dirt until he became a very dirty dog indeed.

On our second day, we went out on the lake again. Susan rowed.

Taco needed a ride in the raft with us, because he was too elderly to swim so far and too afraid of abandonment to wait on the shore for us.

Then Boston climbed into the raft too, exceeding the intended carrying weight of the raft and nearly capsizing us with her excited running back and forth. She spent much of the time posing behind Susan's head like she thought she was a ship masthead.

She also tried to go fishing, which threw off the raft's balance even more. We were completely unable to row anywhere with the dogs' interference.

Even Taco looked a little disgusted with the way Boston kept bouncing us around.

So eventually, when Boston was especially precariously balanced, I pushed her off. She climbed onto a tree stump, where she stood whining pitifully while Susan, finally able to control the boat again, rowed us away to the shore. (After Taco and I disembarked on the shore, Susan went back to get Boston. But Boston refused to get in and instead swam to shore on her own - as I knew she was capable of, because she had done it before on our trip to Bowman Lake in July.)

On the third day of our camping trip, Susan and I took both dogs for a walk around Jackson Creek Campground, which is directly across Jackson Creek from Bowman Lake Campground. Jackson Creek Campground is completely unmaintained, and therefore does not even have an outhouse. It does have some very pretty creekside campsites, though.

A redwood and a yellow pine were growing atop a cliff next to the road.

Susan climbed partway up the edge of the cliff.

I'm not sure why I like this picture so much, but I do. Sun through the redwood branches!

Taco and Boston had a great time running around Jackson Creek Campground.

Susan and I followed this path from a small meadow.

Wandering daisies were blooming all over both campgrounds.

We found some coyote mint, one of the plants I recently bought and planted in Susan's back yard. It had pretty purple flowers, just like ours.

We walked to Prairie Creek. We still didn't find Bowman Lake Falls, but we found this tiny miniature waterfall.

The dogs played in the creek while we sat nearby.

Boston posed for the camera, as usual.

Susan pointed out some ferns across the creek from us, so I carefully crossed the creek to try to identify them. They turned out to be California polypody.

It took a while to slide down the rocks within reach of the ferns.

But I managed.

Meanwhile, Taco waded in the creek.

And hobbled out of it on the other side.

I was edging slowly back toward the rocks I had crossed on.

I retrieved my camera from Susan and photographed the mini-waterfall.

And the creek.

This is fireweed, which I found on the other side of the creek. I had also seen a lot of it along the road on our way to Bowman Lake.

Boston was still busy posing for the camera.

Back in our own campground again, Susan found a huge, rotted-out redwood stump in one of the empty campsites.

The one bad thing that happened during the trip was that when we were packing up to leave, we discovered that someone had stolen Susan's raft. She had left her sandals and hat in it, and the thieves removed those and left them on the ground, but took the raft and the oars. We think it was probably our neighbors in the next campsite over. They were out on the lake with a huge flotation device while we were on our raft; their flotation device was about three times the size of our raft, but it had no oars or other evident means of steering it. The next day they went out on the lake again, but we didn't. When they returned from the lake that day, they immediately packed up and left the campground. Susan noticed when they were leaving that their flotation device was perched at an odd angle on the back of their truck, as if it had a large, raft-sized object hidden underneath it. But at that time, we had not yet discovered that Susan's raft was missing.
Tags: native plants, photographs, susan
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