Even in November, we can paddle on Kamloops Lake.   It remains a wild spot, with rocky shorelines and steep slopes, hard to access.  A  lone paddler will see no one.   Trains and airplanes infrequently pass by, but the lake is the domain of the gulls, loons, and eagles.   Fall colors ornament the hills.   As the river drops, sand bars rise along the shores down to the mouth.   The river is too shallow for boats where it empties into the lake at Cooney Bay, except for canoes and kayaks.  

The paddle will be stored for the winter, awaiting the arrival of spring, with migrations of ducks, geese, cranes, and shoreline birds.   The song of the lake will remain in our heart even while snow lies on the hills.