I am still thinking of our paddling to campout on Lake Shasta. In particular, a morning hike following the slope on a neglected path that meandered past mystery storage tanks, and mystery pipes plunging into the ground. The path dissappeared into a growing wave of blackberry vines that bordered the uphill stream. Nevertheless, there were places to look out over the lake and drink in the morning view. One such view looked over a part of the lake with several promontory's overlapping, as well as the background hills, and rills. The sky was hazy, with scattered undefined clouds, and a jet cloud streak or two. A light breeze or boat disturbed the lake in the distance and the overall effect was antedeluvian, or just plain ancient.
Photos and a memory, and the feeling of peace- just some of the things available by kayak.
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