On the other side of Ruckle Provincial Park, the campgrounds are jammed, and people line the sandstone shoreline watching the ferries go by. But here in the woods: nobody. My father and I broke cobwebs across the trail as we walked up at 11 a.m.
Nestled among the cedars, a pond, abuzz with dragonflies: eight-spotted skimmers, blue-eyed darners (at least I'm pretty sure they were blue-eyed darners. I never saw one stop.)
Also meadowhawks mating...
They were leaving their eggs among the duckweed, which doesn't strike me as a very permanent spot. They must overwinter as larvae.
...and duets of bluets.
And once we'd stayed still and looked long, we found we were surrounded by dozens of Pacific tree frogs, most of them small enough to perch on a fingernail.
Perched among the duckweed, they were hard to spot.
Here's a closer view.
Many of them perched on blades of sedge.
Here are a couple more tiny froggy pictures.