Premier Lake to Canuck Lake Loop
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Back on the Canuck Lake Loop, the trail rises steeply before flattening out into an odd assortment of larch, spruce and ponderosa pine, with young sprouts interspersed among large mature trees. It's like a fire came through leaving some trees untouched with areas where young growth could flourish.
A short walk brought us to Turtle Lake where I may relieve you of expectation and say that we didn't see any of its namesake. We did watch large group of white ducks, (I'm guessing a gossander), both young and old swimming in the lake. We watched as one of the adults rounded up a youth who'd decided to venture outside the flock, I had one of the "stillness" moments just sitting out a rock looking out at the lake with the ducks and a chorus of birds singing the background.
Turtle Lake with mountains in distance Gossander Duck (Not my pic.)
About a half hour walk took us to Canuck lake where very fit, older looking guy greeted from the shore. The backpack leaning against a nearby tree made me think that he had was overnighting when Nicola commented on fishing. I asked him if it was good especially from a boat. Beside the backpack, I noticed diving fins and from further conversation realised that he'd carried a small inflatable boat that he'd propel by kicking. He held up one of the four, two pound trout, he'd caught and much to my concern, our dogs were investigating. As if to read my mind, he said they stocked the lakes so the fish tended to be about the same age. I asked him what he used for bait. He replied leeches and some unrecognisable K word with a lot of syllables that Nicola thought was a kind of grasshopper.
Canuck Lake Yankee Lake
Most appropriately, Yankee Lake was smaller than Canuck and of a rich green colour that Nicola couldn't decide was its normal or colour or a reflection of the unsettled sky. After seating ourselves on a board to enjoy our granola snack for the trail, I asked Nicola if the sound I heard was water or wind in the trees. A couple of minutes later we drew our conclusion. It was the wind and the sprinkle falling our heads during our break had opened into a downpour.
An hour later, we arrived at Premier Lake and one last swim to wash the dogs of all the grit stuck to their fur after rolling in the dirt following their many previous swims in the five different lakes we'd visited. Not a spectacular hike but one with some views, lots of variety and may beautiful lakes to admire and enjoy.


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