Saturday we drove around more or less at random, first south, then north to Volo Bog. It turned out to be a good decision to get there so late – the light was much better. my husband David’s photos look a lot better, he’s got the better camera.

For a while. Whee!

It was a nice time, and in spite of all the cars in the lot and people who seemed to be arriving, we had the whole trail to ourselves except for the first 200 yards or so. At one point, we stopped at the duck blind and settled down to watch a white crane feeding, and then some blue heron came in and made a move on the feeding grounds. David got some in-flight photos.