See those broadleaves among the skinny vertical grass blades. My quarry. Hours of digging remain. This is what weed control can look like.
Enough work. Off to Gitche Gumee on this blue-sky day.
For I don’t know how many years, the mouth of Hurricane Creek has taken a hard bend (sometimes east, sometimes west) before flowing into the Big Lake. This year it’s just a straight descent over the dark rust-red sandstone.
We also ducked (haha) in to check the Refuge, although it was “the heat of the day,” not considered the best for critter-watching. We saw the usual assortment…swans, geese, ducks, and a few other feathered critters we/I didn’t recognize. Several turtles. Two work trucks, yet no tourists whatsoever!
Most swans were bottom-up feeding, although we did see two sleeping (head under wing), and managed to catch this pair heads-up.