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Oh, man, am I tired. I woke up not-so-late, slightly before Andy and Amy left to go get Katy, and then feigned sleep a little while longer so Laura’s boys would leave me alone to finish my book, which was good. Finally I was up and there were eggs from a portable grilly thing. I have eaten more on this trip than I normally get in two days.
Anyway. Katy got here, and we sat around after making plans, not-leaving for no reason, as is the Reynolds way. Eventually, there was lunch. Quite-good sandwiches, which we took in Laura’s malfunctioning car—or, rather, we took the components of them, after we we went back for them, after we got to the canoe-checking-out-place. There was a nice picnic, before we set off in the canoes.
I’d never been before that I remembered, but steering’s pretty intuitive, so before long (I mean, after Katy got tired, since I was in the boat with her and Andy and Hershey, so naturally she would get to paddle) I was as good at it as any of the other three adults (whoa, you have no idea how weird it is to refer to myself as an adult), if not as strong.
Some of the stretches of the lake looked like IMAX screens, with their slight curve of a wide-angle lens, and a very thin haze or fog making them look much more distant than they actually were. The lake is over what used to be a strip mine (in a national park, how odd), so there are fingers of land that come out and make a network and remind me of what the old computer game used to describe as the Amazon trail. We went through a couple of tight spots, with lots of brambles and more spiders than I’ve ever seen in one place falling into the boat and onto us (mostly me), but we went under the bridge that Katy and Andy found last time they were here, and the trail widened out in a most spectacular way. I like lakes. They are fun to swim in. We very carefully chose places that no one passing would see us, because apparently swimming is no longer allowed (although tubing is, and that’s swimming… ?). Hershey jumped out of the boat once into some pretty icky lakeweed gunk, which was all over and hard to paddle through. But where we swam it was clear. I hardly wanted to get back in the boat. Mm. Lakewater. I learned to swim in a lake.
We got back and had potatocarrotonionhamburger stew cooked in foil in the coals of the fire we made, and then the banana boats Amy (and Lisa, with whom I’d had them before) learned to make in Girl Scouts. Banana, slit lengthwise and stuffed with marshmallows and chocolate chips. And we all watched Monsters, Inc. on my computer. By the time Katy had to go, there wasn’t enough fire left to roast marshmallows on, but after she left I devised an evil plan. I lit all nine of the candles I brought, and roasted my own marshmallows on those. All in all, a thoroughly satisfactory day, although I may have a bit of sunburn.
And now, after the computer charges, we might send the boys to bed and watch Ocean’s Eleven. And Twelve.
Anyway. Katy got here, and we sat around after making plans, not-leaving for no reason, as is the Reynolds way. Eventually, there was lunch. Quite-good sandwiches, which we took in Laura’s malfunctioning car—or, rather, we took the components of them, after we we went back for them, after we got to the canoe-checking-out-place. There was a nice picnic, before we set off in the canoes.
I’d never been before that I remembered, but steering’s pretty intuitive, so before long (I mean, after Katy got tired, since I was in the boat with her and Andy and Hershey, so naturally she would get to paddle) I was as good at it as any of the other three adults (whoa, you have no idea how weird it is to refer to myself as an adult), if not as strong.
Some of the stretches of the lake looked like IMAX screens, with their slight curve of a wide-angle lens, and a very thin haze or fog making them look much more distant than they actually were. The lake is over what used to be a strip mine (in a national park, how odd), so there are fingers of land that come out and make a network and remind me of what the old computer game used to describe as the Amazon trail. We went through a couple of tight spots, with lots of brambles and more spiders than I’ve ever seen in one place falling into the boat and onto us (mostly me), but we went under the bridge that Katy and Andy found last time they were here, and the trail widened out in a most spectacular way. I like lakes. They are fun to swim in. We very carefully chose places that no one passing would see us, because apparently swimming is no longer allowed (although tubing is, and that’s swimming… ?). Hershey jumped out of the boat once into some pretty icky lakeweed gunk, which was all over and hard to paddle through. But where we swam it was clear. I hardly wanted to get back in the boat. Mm. Lakewater. I learned to swim in a lake.
We got back and had potatocarrotonionhamburger stew cooked in foil in the coals of the fire we made, and then the banana boats Amy (and Lisa, with whom I’d had them before) learned to make in Girl Scouts. Banana, slit lengthwise and stuffed with marshmallows and chocolate chips. And we all watched Monsters, Inc. on my computer. By the time Katy had to go, there wasn’t enough fire left to roast marshmallows on, but after she left I devised an evil plan. I lit all nine of the candles I brought, and roasted my own marshmallows on those. All in all, a thoroughly satisfactory day, although I may have a bit of sunburn.
And now, after the computer charges, we might send the boys to bed and watch Ocean’s Eleven. And Twelve.