We return to Elk Lake for another practice session in swallow water. But the beach area is filled with swimmers so we decide on a paddle instead. Still, the water was warm, the sky was clear, and the natives were friendly. Wait -- that's not a native... that's a Bernie!
And away we go! It was Paula, Louise, Bernie and myself today.
Paula gets an early lead.
The ducks kindly shared the lake with us.
Louise tries her hand at geese wrangling. It doesn't go well.
A perfect day for just letting the current carry you wherever it may...
Every time we've been out the last few weeks, I've found a heron. Today was no exception.
Karl and Stephanie joined us. They've developed an unerring ability to arrive a few minutes after the rest of us have put in and to go the wrong way to look for us.
Stephanie takes a shortcut.
As we approached shore, Bernie decided to try a roll.
He's got the tipping over part down very well.
Bernie tried his roll, but no luck.
He tried to scramble in...
...but no luck that way either. Maybe Bernie was tired from jet lag, but he couldn't get back in his boat in any way. "I'm a dead man," he said.
However, Stephanie got into Bernie's boat.
We were treated to a rare Karlfish sighting.
Our work here is done.
My pictures are here.
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