Lake Day

 I went to the lake today after doing all my morning cat chores.  Minus mopping.  My mop head fell apart and I had no replacements.  I did some hands and knees floor cleaning though.  I usually mop every single day.  Today felt like a day off from that, even though it was because I couldn't mop.

I was going to go today also, but I can't get to sleep.  Maybe because of the long nap I took once home from the lake today (actually yesterday since its after midnight).

It was nearly 90 degrees here, so good day for lazing on the lake.

I was heavily sunscreened.  

There were lots of people out today as would be expected on such a day.   Four folks took out onto the lake in a sailboat with a very tall mast.  But they only used the small sail and the way they were dressed reminded me of society folk out at a country club lake.  But they were full of good cheer and good will and giggles.

Later on I saw some very sharp looking paddle boarders, dressed so stylishly, paddling upright as if they would never fall in or touch the water and probably they didn't.   They were skilled.

I was very lazy on the lake, paddling very little really, maybe a mile at most, mostly just sitting on the kayak, legs forward, or over the side, drifting.  I got there by about 11:00 I think, and didn't get home til 4:30 and promptly fell asleep for three hours.

I enjoyed the little things, again, staring through the clear water to see what I could see moving on the bottom.  Not much I have to say.  A newt or two.  The waterfall above Foster on the river was beautiful as ever.  To the right of it, I spotted thimbleberry blossoms and I thought about fat ripe soft red thimbleberries later on.  They're hard to find.  They like not too dense understory places shaded with big trees and water.  I used to pick them on the way to Jawbone Flats on the Opal Creek loop trail, but that trail is no more, since the fires last summer.

There's so much poison oak now around the lake unless I want to be scratching at a rash from that all summer, I'll have to be careful even picking blackberries from my kayak along the shore.  I remember  picking a bowl of fat big blackberries before watching the eclipse from an almost empty lake, from my raft.  

Well that long nap delayed my normal bedtime some, but I'm ready to head on back to bed.

Cottonwood pollen was everywhere, like snow.

Lazed the day away