Atlas of Canada Link: Antler Lake
Degrees, Minutes, Seconds: 49° 48' 15" N 126° 3' 1" W
Decimal Degrees: 49.804° N 126.05° W UTM
Coordinates: 9U 712224 5521062
Topographic Map Sheet Number: 092E16
Trip Date: July 30, 201
|Paddling North near the first picnic area|
Antler Lake is a sedgebender's dream. There are two picnic spots and the second one affords a short set of stairs to the water where canoes can be carefully placed amid sharp rocks. We paddle north along the western shore, enjoying the shade and avoiding the late afternoon sun.
At the little point just past the first picnic area we find a sunken boat. This seems to be a common feature on many of the island lakes. I've seen sunken or abandoned boats in Lawson, Blackwater, Mirror, Sumner, and a ditch near Ward.
We head back along the shady side of the lake and examine honeydew on a log near the southern boundary of the main lake.
|Paul heads for the marsh|
Then we head into the marsh beyond. This area of the lake is easy to overlook on maps. In the Atlas of Canada link it is the area under the "e" and the "r" -- a magical world of beavers and yellow throats.
The first opening in the marsh is warm and full of sunshine and Paul sees a family of otter (or maybe beaver) before they instantly disapear under the water, not to be seen again.
The second section is closer to the shady western shore again and we slow to take in the striking colors and contrast of shade and sunlight.
At the end of this pool is a small opening in the reeds and we slide through.
This brings us to an intimate backwater where we spy a beaver lodge and a large under-water store of branches. The beavers will have a happy winter this year.
|Paul drifts past the beaver lodge|
|Note the collection of winter food the beavers have stashed in the lower left|
|We investigate the inflow further, but before long have to turn around|
The spot is alive with birds. As I am turning to follow Paul out of this area I see a small hawk or kestrel diving towards me, swooping up over my head to catch a bird in mid-flight and then returning to a high tree with it's catch.
Paul puts the glasses on it, but can not make out what it is.
We keep paddling and soon round the bend that brings us back to the wide entryway to the lake.
|Along the eastern shore is an expanse of sedges|
|Paul can't help bending a few...|
As we arrive back at the picnic spot a family is unloading their inflatable dingy and fishing rods. We wish them luck with the fishing and head for home.