So the thunderstorms of Saturday afternoon cleared out, leaving us with a clear, cool, low humidity evening to enjoy the lake. Wasn’t supposed to happen. What a beautiful gift.
Paula continued to practice her pizza making– cooking four different pies on the grill. I continue to benefit from this experimentation. These may be the last pies she cooks on the grill– the outdoor wood-fired pizza oven should be completed shortly.
The lake was busy last night as many folks took advantage of the weather. Our neighbors down Molasses Bay brought their Boston Whaler Montauk to camp and were out water skiing. We ran in parallel for a while, and I felt their motor envy, looking at the new Honda outboard on our Whaler.
I lost count of the number of canoes and kayaks passing by. The dogs welcomed each one.
The boys had the Jonboat out late, fishing through Dusk. They were quite successful.
Someone set off a few fireworks; someone else was playing jazz solos on a clarinet.
It was the kind of night at the lake you did not want to end.