To avoid the worst of the heat, we left home at 4PM and made it to the lake by 6PM. Sound late? It's not; the sun doesn't set until 8PM here.
We piled in our respective canoes and began to meander around the lake. We lucked out with minimal motorized traffic on the lake this evening.
We found a small cove perfect for swimming. The water was surprisingly warm and we spent a good chunk of time just floating along with the assistance of our life vests. Yes we can swim, but when you have a piece of safety equipment willing to do the work for you, why do it the hard way?
Mark the day on the calendar, Pete is smiling. ON FILM!
We put foam mats down the canoe floor for comfort for the dogs. Mike made an impromptu floaty for Elly.
Once out of the water, Elly ran and ran and ran. Unfortunately for her, there were bees imbibing at the lakes edge. We think she stepped on one, because she refused to put weight on her left foot the rest of the night. And oh was she dramatic. In my mind her dialogue would've gone like this: "I hate this. The lake sucks. I want to go home. I'm going to lose the foot. Three legged dog, here I come".
Cooled off, we got back in and paddled up the lake a bit more while the sun began to sink below the mountains.
We found another cove to explore before heading back across the lake. You don't want to be canoes on a dark lake with drunk idiots manning speed boats zooming around after dark.
The sun was sufficiently below the mountains before we made it back.
Mopey McMopey Dog cuddled with my legs on the way back.
We rounded the small bend back to our landing spot as it was getting dark. Pete taught his daughter the fine art of righting a flipped over canoe and Mike swam with Rommel a bit more. We loaded up and headed out to Five Guys for a very late dinner. It was only a few hours out, but it was a very welcomed escape.