Wednesday, August 19: It was mostly cloudy, but with a decent weather forecast. Ha! No sooner had I pulled away from the launch than it started to sprinkle lightly. No problem.
This lake is home to some of the Farm and Wilderness camps; unfortunately they don’t seem to have campers in this year of Covid.
After about 10 minutes, it started raining harder. I paddled over to be under some hemlocks, which kept me dry – and had this interesting wounded bark next to me.
The rain lightened to a light sprinkle, and I paddled out to look at the pitcher plants, and a beaver dam and lodge:
Rain harder – duck under another hemlock. This one had these brilliant fungi.
Rain lighter – out across the water; rain harder, duck under another hemlock.
Rain lighter, out across more water; this time it stopped for the remainder of my paddle. Around an island, and under this bridge – there was a house on the island, but all that’s left is the foundation; it looks like it burned.
Beth, I admire your energy and ambition too! Anne
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I count it as physical therapy!
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Beautiful photos, especially the one that looks like it could be black and white.
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Thanks –
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