I miss bears. When I lived in Alberta, I knew where to go if I wanted to see bears. Not that seeing one was ever guaranteed, but I knew a few likely spots. Since coming to B.C., I have yet to come across a bear. I know they’re out there, but where?
“This looks like a good spot for bears,” I said to my son who, incidentally, is nicknamed Bear.
We were on the Brenda Mine road, just outside of Peachland, trying to locate an out of the way place called Silver Lake.
Bush Penstemon, Brenda Mine Road
Clouds draped the mountains like a necklace. I didn’t mind. I like a sky with texture. Rain? Absolutely! It’s only mid-May and already there’s a campfire ban in effect. Fire season started early this year. I welcome the rain.
Brenda Mine Road, Peachland
Wet Rock, Brenda Mine Road
Besides, a little moisture meant less dust on the washboard gravel road. I was expecting a lot of gravel but shortly after passing The ZipZone, pavement resumed. I found out later, from the newly opened Heritage Pier in Peachland, that the Brenda Mine, one of the few lucrative mines in the area, was operational from 1970 to 1990 and employed upwards of 300 people. That many people travelling to and from on a daily basis would make paving worthwhile.
Although we didn’t see any bears, there were cows. Being a former Alberta girl, I can (and I have) spent entire days taking pictures of cows. Love those faces!
Random Roadside Bovine
We turned off on Silver Lake Resort Road and followed the directions Siri provided. It should be noted that when I looked for Silver Lake on the map, I dropped my pin smack dab in the middle of the lake. If Siri took me down a goat path to get me close to the pin…well, it’s not her fault. The “road” looked like it was headed off into an enchanted forest.
Silver Lake Resort Road
I could hear the birds high in the trees, but except for some turkey vultures we came across later, the only bird I managed to get one fuzzy shot of was a Western Tanager. You’ll have to take my word for it.
Turkey Vulture, Brenda Mine Road
We ended up at the Silver Lake Recreation Area. By the time we arrived, the clouds had dropped even lower and the lake was almost completely obscured.
We could still hear birds, but their songs were muted. There is an eerie beauty to this lake in the fog. Bear and I decided we’ll definitely be back this summer, with our kayaks.
If there is a resort, and apparently there is, we didn’t see it.
What we did see was a pile of fresh bear scat. I knew there would be bears!
Moss on Tree, Silver Lake