It’s been three years since I ran out to Freezout to see the birds. Last time, Dad was alive and I stayed at his house in Fairfield the night before. That made it easy to get up early and get out there at a decent time. I was moving slowly this morning, so I didn’t make it to the lake until after 8am. Turns out, that’s ok. I didn’t see much of anything until after 10. It was pretty spectacular. I completely forgot muck boots, so I didn’t hike in for closer shots. Still worth the early morning and the drive.
The full Freezout gallery (including photos from 2020,) can be found here.