There was a cold front going past us to the northwest the other morning.
Big, bright red and intimidating on the radar. There was rain all about us, but not on us just yet. The fog was thick and settled in all the coves and inlets around the lake shore. This was Jocassee, in all its raw, mysterious beauty. There were people here for an Oconee bell talk and others on the way for a last loon tour before all the loons leave us. I took some of the Bells folks out to the edge of the breezeway at the park's office to gaze with me at the wonder before us. This was a water bird day for sure, coming in as they do during migration to escape powerful spring storms. There would be ducks in uncountable numbers, I predicted, and an abundance of loons as well. These are the days to watch for, to wait for, to come to Jocassee for. The Oconee bell folks were offered a lake tour after the talk. It was raining by then, as it did off and on throughout the day, and most declined. Most of the loon tour folks called in to cancel as well. There were more birds sighted that day than most folks have ever seen. The inclement beauty was beyond words. That’s Jocassee.~B