I'm sure most of you have been briefed by facebook media on the damage, so I decided not to spend this post reiterating what you've already heard. Instead, I'll talk about the small amount of peace we had before the storm. It started on Friday.
It had been a long week. Thursday and Friday at work were spent preparing for and working on the picnic at Willow Park. Not your usual picnic. More or less it meant a lot of extra work for the staff, but the weather was nice, and the participants enjoyed themselves. I even got an hour and half of overtime, purely from have more work to do than time to do it.
The moral of the story: I was exhausted. By the time we put the kayaks in the water, loaded up the gear and set off, I was more than ready to be at the campsite, tent set up, and dinner cooking. Several miles of paddling later found me more exhausted, and slightly cranky. We did eventually reach the campsite, however. After scoping it out to make sure no other travelers had claimed it first, we hauled the kayaks onto the island, and lugged out stuff up the trail and to the site. Utilizing amazing boyscout skills, Adam got a fire going, and I set up the tent. By the time this was done, the sun was down, and dinner was left to be made in the dark. Luckily, we had flashlights, and baked beans and hotdogs aren't especially hard to prepare. An hour so later we had full bellies, topped of with smores, and sat down to enjoy the night sounds by the lake.
The stars blazed across the night sky, and loons echoed their melancholy sound to us. The lapping of the water was rhythmic and soothing. The stresses of the week began to ebb away with the water, and we sat for minutes in pure silence and wonder over God's creation.
Morning found us awaked by the loons and other nature noises. Cozy in our tent and sleeping bags, we got out to look at our surroundings and get breakfast going. A few steps out revealed that we slept on the Eagle's island. Whoosh, whoosh, and an interesting call and he was gone. Not a bad start to the morning.
Pre-made pancakes turned out to be a great idea. After adding water, and putting them in the pan, we were eating like a King and Queen in minutes, complete with butter and maple syrup. :) There was even an extra for the chipmunk.
Adam rolling up on of our many dry bags
After packing up the important stuff (tent, and sleeping bags) and loading it into the kayaks, we set out for a morning of exploring and fishing. We found a neat cove, complete with a walking bridge for the trail along side the lake.
Adam got his fishing pole set up, and happily floated around attracting the fish.
We then headed up to the north end of the lake. We went all the way to the farthest point up the stream we could paddle, and hopped out on a point which happened to be growing some tasty berries.
Some parts of the lake were extremely calm, while others remained choppy. It amazed us how the waves could change in an instant with increase of wind.
We made it back to the site a little after 1:00. I was famished after all the paddling, and whipped up mashed potatoes, green beans, and yes, another smore. :) After a little rest, we decided we better pack up and start making our way towards the south end, as we were getting picked up around 7:00.
Chacos are now my paddling shoe of choice. Wet or dry, walking or hiking on the islands, they work great.
The close we got to the south end, the later it got, the more it clouded and the winds picked up.
Thankfully, we made it to shore before the storm. In fact, it started raining only 10 minutes after we started driving in the truck. God definitely was looking out for us. It turned out to be a wonderful trip. We're really glad that we did it now, as the roads are closed to that lake now, and we have no idea when we'll be able to get there again.