Friday proved to be another spot of sunshine in between storm systems, as five of us set out from Hagelstein Park off Hwy 97, to retrace the route Mary and her husband had taken a few days before. She reported seeing sucker fish gathered in the freshwater where the springs come up along the lake shore. Sure enough, a nice little group was tucked into the rocks where the clear water flows. We were hoping for a breeze as Mary wanted to inaugurate her sail, but only gentle breath-like breezes graced the air. I have a picture of a lovely reflection of her sail on the lake...
It was remarkable to paddle on a flat lake surface. It didn't seem like you were paddling fast, or slow, or at all! Overheard: "It seems harder to paddle!" Yet, as I sliced through the flat murky water, marking passage by landmarks, trees, sometimes pausing long enough for my wake to overtake me, I thought- on a day like this, I could go on and on with time marked only by the distant shore and the passing of the sun.
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