As seen in 2017. It looks like this, you know, when in focus, but I could tell who it was from far away.
(This is the best KEEP TAHOE BLUE I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot.)
Here’s what I saw the other day:
I’m supposing it’s crayfish from the bottom of Stow Lake.
Now let’s review
Sometimes crayfish look very red, like a lobster, sometimes not?
Great blue herons throw them up in the air and then catch ’em with a big thwack. THWACK:
There’s mudbug juice everywhere.
But pied-billed grebes are neater
There you go, Junior:
Eat some crawdads:
All right, stay safe, mudbugs.
Procambarus clarkii is a freshwater crayfish species, native to the Southeastern United States, but found also on other continents, where it is often an invasive pest. It is known variously as the red swamp crawfish, red swamp crayfish,Louisiana crawfish, Louisiana crayfish or mudbug.
Things were a little contentious for a while there, what with the crew from Save Stow Lake, who supported the former vendor what operated this place. Get a taste of that conflict here. (And see what became of SaveStowLake.org down below – it’s kind of funny.)
Here it is, looking more like Camp Crystal than what you’d expect to see in Frisco:
Here’s your seating area for the cafe. The worry back in the aughts was that this room was going to go upscale, become an upscale dining establishment. That didn’t happen.
Now back in the day, the old vendor simply raised prices without telling/getting permission from Rec and Park, so today’s prices are basically the same as back in the aughts. The new Family Boat seats six, I figure.
Le Cafe, complete with pink popcorn for sale, as was desired by the alarmist preservationists who supported the former vendor:
Oh, this is new – room rentals
I don’t think the Save Stow Lake people saw this coming, ’cause I don’t recall them complaining about the specter of private parties in a public park, oh well. I think it’s like $100 an hour to have a birthday party in a rented room these days. Naturally, visitors will think a bathroom is where all the people are milling about, so this sign keeps them out and points them across the street, fair ‘nough.
Now if conditions get too rough for you out on the high seas of this quite artificial “lake,” well you can always dial the snack bar and they’ll talk you home, like the air traffic controllers from Airport ’75
So that’s your update.
Now, here’s what’s become of SaveStowLake.org. So who’s selling what here? IDK, but, from Japan, it’s the “Telephone Lady” who has tax tips for you:
Anyway, that’s the bizarre end to the bizarre movement to “save” Stow Lake, which of course is still with us even though these Save Stow Lake people lost, big-time.
What’s this? It must mean that Heron Watch 2016 is on in Frisco:
Here’s the scene, on the other side of Stow Lake this year:
Passersby wonder what the fuss is about, then stop to check things out:
And here they are, some of the new babies:
I’ll tell you, I prefered the former breeding location, near the Stow Lake Boat House – you can see one parent here, what just had barfed up / regurgitated a freshly-killed gopher. Can you see which fledgling gulped it down?
Dem boids were certainly were closer to shore back in the day, easier to see.
Anyway, on it goes. They’ll fly the coop by the end of May, most likely…
Or I suppose they’re really called “suction” hydrants:
Believe it or not.
The old pink-tannish boat house at Lake Merced:
All right, stroke, stroke, stroke…
Sam: What regiment was that?
Spence: The 22nd Special Air Service.
Sam: What’s the color of the boathouse at Hereford? [repeats]
Spence: I don’t like your attitude.
Sam: What’s the color of the boathouse -…
Spence: Fuck off!
Sam: What’s – -you got the gun. I’m unarmed. Do something. Go ahead. Do something. DO SOMETHING.
[Spence spills the coffee cup and Sam subdues him]