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Springtime in the Moulton Gorge
Page 3


~ Cliff face on east side of Clearwater Lake ~

    After hiking for several minutes over high, rocky, sparsely treed ridges, we arrived at Clearwater Lake. From our vantage point atop the smooth, domed rocks on the western side of the lake, we had a wonderful view of the eastern side with its sheer cliffs of jagged rock dropping to the waters below. Crossing the great sloping rocks we were suddenly serenaded by a raucous medley of shrieks, croaks and rattles echoing from a source near the top of a section of the cliff. A moment later, a Raven (Corvus corax), flew out across the lake to alight on the upper branches of one of the nearby White Pines. From its perch, it carried on for quite some time, croaking, cawing and making other rude noises. Meanwhile, other shrieks and croaks continued to echo from the nest on the cliff (see small dark area at top right of above photo).


    ~ Great schools of huge tadpoles drifting by in the sunlight ~

    As we moved to a rocky ledge overlooking the lake, we were astonished to find massive schools consisting of hundreds (or perhaps even thousands) of huge tadpoles, all drifting lazily in the sunlit waters above pale, submerged boulders. Although we didn't descend to the water's edge, by their great size, I believe that these were schools of Bullfrog tadpoles. It really was a rather impressive sight.


    ~ Dragonflies up on the cliffs above Clearwater Lake ~

    As we began to circle the edge of the lake, the Raven continued to peer down at us, croaking loudly whenever we moved into an open area beyond the shadows of the White Pines. This left us with no doubts concerning whose territory we were tresspassing upon. Occasionally, large, salmon pink-bodied dragonflies darted around us before alighting on Corydalis and other plants growing in the sparse soil amid the boulders. After several fruitless attempts, I managed to capture a somewhat poorly-focused image of one of these very restless insects.

    Continued on Page Four.