On the west side of Astotin Lake, just before you get to the park administration offices, there’s a bit of a point that juts out into the lake. A buffalo trail and buffalo droppings lead from the road down to the edge of the lake. The Swans seem to congregate in the water, just off this point. Chest high willow offers a bit of concealment, but I’ve never been able to sneak up on the swans. The first hint of an intruder and the swans are off, running across the water, pounding their wings to escape into the air.