Team Tundra Swans

Mountains Rise Out of the Delta

Looking Back at the Peaks Along the Pack River

The Red Car Above the Delta

Identifying the White Splotches

Tundra Swans Among Ducks

The Dark Waters of the Delta

Mud Flats During Low Water

Gliding Swans

Whistling

Where the Pack River flows into Lake Pend Oreille, mountains like rounded triangles rise out of the water. It's as if the Pack River delta is an opening to a gated lake. Turn around and look back at the Selkirks from where the Pack River originates and you'll see craggy, snowy peaks.

From this vantage point, HWY 200 (as in a paved, two-lane road) hugs winding curves through Hope, a boating community with docks and a seasonal floating restaurant. Beyond Hope is the Clark Fork River Delta. To the Kalispel who lived in the region, it is "Dark Waters."

Upon this flat of dark waters I saw white when we traveled to Montana the week before. Of course, my fearless driver acknowledged my comment and continued taking curves like he was driving our red Ford Fusion for a James Bond movie. He mumbled something about "pelicans." I scoffed.

So we drove out to see if the white splotches on dark waters were pelicans or snow geese. We both lost the bet. It's a migration of tundra swans.

The delta stretches like a great mud flat. Dams let out water in the fall to prepare for spring run-off. With so little snow pack, the deltas and lake might remain low. We need rain for this unseasonably dry rainy season. It hasn't halted the migration although the tundra swans may take pause longer with food readily available.

Tundra swans winter in northern Nevada, northern California and along the coast of Oregon and Washington states. Their breeding grounds are the far coastal regions of the tundras of Alaska and Canada. Thus the name, tundra swan.

Some call them whistling swans for their musical call; some say they yodel. I'm no expert, but as I walked down to the mud flat, I definitely heard a chorus of soft whistles. It was like hearing an elegant ball across the water. I could have stayed all afternoon, just listening. Until the car horn honked.

Some spouses have no appreciation for birds.

I shot more photos and watched the swans feed, dipping their long necks like poles into the water. In deeper pools they can dabble with nothing but tail feathers above the waterline. That's an extensive reach! They are twice the size of the Canada geese that grace Elmira Pond.

When tundra swans swim, they use their necks in the way I remember pumping on a swing to go higher and faster. Although this is only a stop-over, the tundra swans seemed paired up. Evidently they mate for life.

These swans typically linger only about four days before moving up the east side of Rocky Mountain corridor into Alberta, then west to British Columbia, north to the Yukon and west to the Kuskokwim Delta of Alaska where they will mate, incubate their eggs for a month and raise their young for another two months.

Some tundra swans stage their migration flights north and south right here, on the dark waters of the Clark Fork River. They are white splotches worth stopping to hear and see in March or October.

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Driving Along the Clark Fork

American Bald Eagle Points the Way

Snow Squalls in the Cabinets

Intermittent Snow

Mountains Reach to Blue Skies

HWY 200 is Like a Roller Coaster

River, Rail & Road in the Gorge

Coming Out of the Gorge

Big Horn Sheep Country

Big Horn Sheep Nibbling Early Grass

Train Like a Winding Snake

Ranches & Mountains

Big Sky Country

Quinn's Hot Springs on the Clark Fork

Cold Day to Canoe the Clark Fork

Turning onto the Interstate Headed to Missoula

Snow Dust

Passing Missoula in a Snow Squall

Snow on Coal

Our Turn Off Where Rock Creek Merges with the Clark Fork

The Clark Fork River flows from the mining country of western Montana into the Lake Pend Oreille, the second largest alpine lake in the US. We live on one end in the Sandpoint, Idaho area and our daughter, Rock Climber, lives on the other end in the Missoula, Montana region.

The river winds around the Cabinet Mountains and through the Cabinet Gorge. It's a modern marvel that a two-lane highway, water generated power lines and train tracks carrying controversial coal fit through the narrow gorge.

Uneven, the faded paved road swoops like a swallow trail, making it an exciting ride. As the Hub says, I hold the "chicken handle" mounted above my door often. He likes driving the curvaceous road ad I imagine him pretending to be a race car driver. I'm distracted by the scenery which is stunning beyond words and perfect for Wordless Wednesday (linking up with Abracabadra).

Photos are all my own. Note that I used a highly technical filter known as the "windshield."