As the sun rises, shadows spread across the sand hills that dot
the southeast corner of the lake.
Coots, easily identified by their white beaks, in search of breakfast.
As the wind picked up, it started to snow. It looked like snow, but the air was
filled with tufts of cottonwood tree seeds carried long distances by their white fluff.
Two sandpipers with a turtle peeking over the branch.
A family of twelve out for a practice swim.
Oops, make that fourteen.
A pause at a quiet spot to stretch the legs during the 17-mile paddle.