I was up early to start a fire, the morning air was chilly. I went out onto the porch because the morning blazed red to the East. The lake was fairly calm, but the wind was rustling the chattering leaves of a nearby Aspen. 

The old saying came to mind:

Red sky at morning, sailors take warning; Red sky at night, sailors delight.

or

Red sky at night, shepherds delight; Red sky in morning, shepherds’ warning.

To my right, I gazed out at a quiet back cove, surrounded by cat tails and reeds on three sides. Sheltered from the Westerly wind, I watched the sporadic start of a feeding fest by large trout dining on chironomids. This feeding escalated for several hours (I took the pictures at about 0445 hours) and peaked around 0900 hours when a powerful wind tore into the area from the West. The wind blew hard all day. No moisture came, but the daytime temperatures dropped from the previous 80’s into the 60 degree range. By the time night time came the temps were much colder yet. As a pontoon skipper, of sorts, I took warning. Fortunately, I found some safe spots to wait out the winds. 

By the dawn’s early light, I could see the swirls of fish working just below the surface to emerging midges.