camping - part two
The following day was made for a good paddling. Blue sky, blue lake, blues gone. Plus, free sparkles!
The trip to Plane Crash Island is about two hours of leisurely rowing. Of course, if you decided to go with a 40 km/hr wind blowing directly behind you, say ... August of 2010, you might get there in roughly one hour in a sort of near-hernia condition and wish you'd never been born. Or so I've heard.
It's nice to stop halfway there and pull out the fishing rods and snacks and various whatnots and make use of them as happily as we know how.
Husband! Fishing rod! Joy!
(Have you ever had the feeling you're being watched?)
Onward ho forthwith! There was an island waiting for us and we didn't want to let it down. Have you ever had an island on your back because you didn't show up on time? Me neither and I don't want to. It might use its trees like daggers to hurl at you or splash lake water in your face and send all the fish away. Best to just get there quickly.
And once you're there it's home and you can't imagine four walls and carpet underfoot if you tried and wouldn't wish for it if you could.