Yesterday, on an incredibly quiet Thursday morning, I launched into the Tully River in Royalston and paddled a short distance into Tully Lake. It was so quiet I could hear the proverbial chipmunk relieving himself upon a leaf. While I'd paddled the Tully River above the lake several times before, I'd never ventured into the lake itself beyond the point pictured above. Campfire smoke was wafting up through the trees at the lake's north end as campers were preparing breakfast. There may have been a whiff of bacon sizzling in a fry-pan?
Like an English muffin the approximately 200-acre manmade lake has numerous nooks and crannies to explore...
The boat launch near the dam was deserted...
After following the lake's shoreline in a counter-clockwise rotation I returned to the river and headed upstream...
Went about 3 miles upriver of Doane Hill Rd passing over a half dozen or so beaver dams until turning around when the dams became like a series of steps past the overhead power lines...
On my way back downriver I kept an eye out for the purple pitcher plants I'd seen before, but none appeared...not sure if they're gone or just didn't bloom this year.
In the course of my travels on the lake and river I didn't see one speck of trash. This entire area was immaculate!
Preparing to pull out onto Doane Hill Road a deer crossed...
...and a few seconds later a fawn followed.
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