|Phoebe swimming through the final shards of ice on Allen Bill pond|
Our nimble spring has outpaced winter and passed the baton to summer. We’ve had two weeks of sunshine and mid-twenties temperatures now. The grass is growing and the Aspens are carpet-bombing the lawn with discarded catkins. Thousands of well-heeled Harley riders throb on to our highway at the weekend, along with skeins of cyclists on the road margin. The grills are uncovered, steaks are sizzling, and beer is cooling.
Our eponymous geese are honking their way back to the lakes, swallows dart amongst youthful mosquitos, and bears are busy cleaning up winter’s deceased wildlife.
Of course this isn’t really summer – that starts in July – but it’s a pretty good facsimile.
|After a four hour ride to a swish hotel in the foothills|
|Fine dining. Succulent double-decked elk burger.|