The rain of the previous day had been the result of a "cold front" pushing through--the campground was pleasantly cool in the evening. But it was filling up--with people, dogs, noise and lights, lights lights. What is the deal with people and all their lights? It's bright enough already with the water treatment plant and the various houses and buildings across the lake. But people who go camping at these campgrounds are--IMHO--just plain silly about stringing up their dumb lights.
Our next door neighbors are as old as us and even more slow moving. Yet they spent an hour putting up tarps on either side of their picnic table roof, as if for privacy, and hanging very bright white lights all underneath it. Around the door to their trailer, they put up some sort of tarps on either side of their canopy, with lights under there too. So, basically, they've traveled all the way out to a lovely campground on a beautiful lake, only to narrow down their view into an eight foot tunnel, lit up like Manhattan. What the hell is wrong with people like that? It's like owning a 3000-square-foot house but spending your time in a single hallway with spotlights overhead.
Never the mind--we're not them. (Thank heavens!) We loaded up the boat and went fishing. It was a great morning for it--the water was a little rough at first but calmed down as the day wore on. It was cloudy for a long time but eventually got hot and so sunny that I had to apply a second dose of sunscreen.
Ed searched the lake for a long time, past the water treatment complex and along the shore. I wonder if the ground was blasted out when they put in this dam, because there are 70' cliffs by some of the edges and right beside them, the water drops almost straight down to a bottom depth of 70'. I'd never been in water so deep in the boat before. Even away from the cliffs, we would be within a stone's throw of the shore and still see the water depth at 35 feet.
On the high cliff just behind the water treatment plant, I was excited and amazed to see a waterfall! I didn't stop to think it out--water gushing out over the side of the cliff, at the top of the highest ground around. Duh...where did it come from?
Of course. Man and his pumping engines. It was the water treatment plant's discharge pipes. But they made a pretty waterfall all the same.
No birds to speak of. Maybe a Great Blue or so, and a few cardinals. I never saw such a birdless place...it's kind of scary, somehow. This lake should be full of ducks, terns, and gulls. It's most definitely full of fish. Where are all the birds at?
The day stayed hot but an occasional breeze and/or cloud floating over kept us from being miserable. We came in at some point during the late afternoon and took it easy for a while. I finally blew up my cheap floatie and went for a swim. Then Edward came, and the guys went out to let him learn how to drive the boat
I took the dogs for a walk, then left Zack behind so Molly and I could quickstep over to the boat ramp and try to take pictures of the guys driving the boat. Edward finally got to drive...and at speed. They say it reached 55 miles per hour although I have to wonder about that assertion...I've never seen the speedometer working when I was driving the boat. Why'd it magically start working for them?
I tried to take pictures but at my angle you could only see heads--
They didn't stay out late but it was about 8:25 by the time we ate supper and started to wind down for the evening. We've really kept the vacation hours this trip so far...breakfast at eleven, lunch at four, dinner at ten--that's the tradition for our vacation trips. I hope Edward gets some sleep when we're gone.
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