"Well, I'd better go to the field," J said. "Considering that it's the last good day." Cursing the day I ever took an office job, I checked my workload. I could do it! Although the mountains were calling, it was time to get out on the water.
When I lived in Alaska, kayaking was an extension of myself. I paddled almost every day, most often with Laura, other times solo. Here, with only one lake to choose from, I've fallen out of the practice.
But you never really forget. I launched my boat into the lake under the watchful supervision of a couple of picnickers. This time of year, the lake is deserted. I can paddle right down the center without fear of being flattened by water-skiers. Gone are the swimmers, the fishermen, the party pontoons. The summer houses are shuttered. It's just me.
|Finally a use for the Xtra Tufs. I'm actually standing in the water in this picture.|
|A storm's a-coming.|
|Lovely cottonwoods at the far end of the lake.|
I raced back to work after the circumnavigation. Did I miss anything? Nope! Sometimes you just have to get out on the last good day.
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