Slipped down to the lake ahead of the thunderstorm. And into the kayak.
Wind was picking up. But it was still nothing like Monday when a cold front zipped in from the Northwest to refresh us.
Now THAT was kinda funky for kayaking, cause it was more like sailing: the wind pushed me, kayak and all, my body as the sail. Look ma, no hands, no paddles!- and I was down nearly to the rairoad bridge in a twinkling. What a great ride.
Of course, that meant I had to paddle back...
Waves jumping up the bow. Totally soaked.
God I love this lake,