Thank you, Lesley, for letting me go out in your kayak! Dad/Don and I loaded it onto our little Chevy Aveo, and you can see they fit well together. Here we are at the cottage!
I did as promised and was on the lake Saturday morning before the sun rose. In fact, I was on the lake before the moon set (above).
Then the sun rose. At this moment (above) in the fog, it was a little freaky. I could hear geese honking all around and above, but I could see nothing. Nothing except the light.
Then as it rose, the sun began to dispel the fog.I spent 2 hours and paddled around the whole lake. I was alone, except for one fishing boat, and the geese. As you see, the lake was a glass mirror the entire time.
The view below is looking at our cottage. See it up there on the hill nestled in the trees (just to the right of middle)?
I ventured out again in the kayak briefly Saturday evening. I followed this blue heron (below) around for a bit and had him "trapped" on this fallen tree. It got so dark I had to use flash. Poor guy must have wondered what I was. He finally got up the courage to fly away.
This morning, before leaving for home, it was another glorious October day, and I took shots from our cottage on the hill. I think we have the best spot on the lake. Why don't we drive the hour and a half to this place more often? I know there are some in the family who live too far away to go often and would if they lived this close.
We come every 4th of July and New Year's for family gatherings. The place is packed with people, kids laughing and splashing, speedboats and jet skis buzzing, everyone cooking at once in the narrow kitchen. It's heaven.
But it's another version of heaven to be there on a quiet autumn weekend when the geese are stopping off on their journey south, herons are fishing, and the mist sits like feathers on the lake.
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