The Greenwater Report for March 18, 2002

Greenwater Provincial Park - Monday, March 18, 2002 - by: Jerry Crawford
   

not
enough

March 17th, 2002: It was only —12° this morning, though with a fairly stiff wind, overcast, and snowing very lightly. We seem to get an inch or so of fresh snow every couple of days, enough to give me some exercise, but not enough to warrant starting the snowblower.

 

 

snowmobile
trails

The Park was quiet all week; the last school break ended last weekend so now it will be slow until May. Weekends, of course, will still be busy until the trails deteriorate; the snowmobiles start roaring around late Friday but will be gone by Sunday afternoon. Greenwater is almost the last place snowmobilers can go and still find snow; farther west what snow there is has blown into the coulees. The Park, and the snowmobile clubs, has been able to groom our trails and the comments I hear are how smooth they are.

 

 

30 - 40
snowmobiles

I was a bit previous in writing the above paragraph — Saturday was wild, with thirty or forty snowmobiles in the Cove’s parking lot at any given time. Connie was racing back and forth between the restaurant’s till and the dishwashing sink (and, you know, I think she was enjoying it!). I understand it stayed busy until closing time, too.

 

 

four-cycle

One of these days, someone is going to make a little snowmobile with a liquid-cooled four-stroke engine and a top speed of about forty mph; it will be very quiet, and not enveloped in a cloud of blue smoke. When that happens, I may just buy one, if I’m not too old to ride it.

 

 

peace
and
quiet

Did you ever listen to two snowmobilers standing by their machines in a cloud of smoke and shouting to each other over the noise of their engines about how great it is to get out into the peace and quiet and fresh air of the great outdoors?

 

 

fishing
picking
up

Fishermen are getting their last licks in before the season ends at the end of March. I suspect that means they are entertaining the fish more than catching them, though Jim Carnago said he caught four perch and four jacks yesterday. His family were out, too, and caught all they wanted. Looks like fishing might pick up just before the end of the season.
   

Chelan

I noticed the “Open” sign has been in the window of the Dreamcatcher Inn in Chelan lately, so stuck my head in there. Laverna tells me she has been open for a long time, except for a short spell around Christmas. She is open every day of the week except Mondays. We used to stop in there quite regularly at noon, for a soup and sandwich.

 

 

April

At Fisherman’s Cove, the construction crew is putting on the siding, and it is looking better every day. The motel rooms are done, and were rented out during the school breaks. They are planning to move the kitchen and dining into the new part in April.
   

tobacco
laws

The new tobacco laws have brought some changes — There is a tall, narrow cupboard in the store for tobacco products, keeping them completely out of sight. I have to check and see if they have designated a part of the dining room and lounge as “no smoking”.
   

bird
courtship

For a long time we have not had a red-breasted nuthatch at the feeder, but yesterday there were both male and female. They are kind of scruffy-looking, which seems strange — we are getting close to breeding season, and all the birds like to look their best at breeding time. Of course, there’s the evening grosbeak; though their colors are at their peak, pretty soon the males will be strutting around with their necks at a weird angle and their wing feathers touching the ground, like a bunch of miniature turkeys, or teenagers.
   

wife's
been
nice
too

Two of the coffee regulars have both had plenty of experience with cows, recalcitrant and otherwise. They were talking about how one cow always seems to take the lead, whether it is making its way into the milking parlor or jumping the fence. Mac said he bought a herd that had one real outlaw, and unfortunately she was also the leader. It didn’t matter what Mac wanted the herd to do, that one cow wanted to do something else. Finally, he decided that before she completely wrecked his herd, he had better ship her. He tied her calf in the corral and left the gate open; for two days, the calf bawled but the outlaw wouldn’t go in. Finally, they got her into the corral and closed the gate — and the cow went right over the top! Mac got his .303 and put her out of her misery for good. Mac said: “The rest of the herd saw this, and they were very easy to get along with after that. Come to think of it, the wife has been especially nice, too!”
   
  Doreen & Jerry Crawford
Box 100, Chelan, SK S0E 0N0 (306) 278-3423 http://www3.sk.sympatico.ca/crawg