In and On the Lake

Yesterday afternoon we walked to the Point and paused at the little beach so the dogs could go swimming.

Ruth and Lola were the first to take the plunge.



Ruth strikes out on her own, dog paddling into the deep.



After mostly standing about, her feet firmly planted on the sandy bottom while she keenly observed kids on a nearby dock, Jewel tries swimming.



Later in the afternoon, at our own dock, a large flock of young ducks show us their swimming skills, with mother duck bringing up the rear.



It was a blustery afternoon on our dock. Although the Chap and I were properly attired for swimming, we didn't. Not intentionally--I did go into the lake to retrieve an unoccupied chair that blew away. After the wind lifted one of the umbrellas off its base (carrying it behind the boat house) we repaired to the shelter and calm of the porch.

As is usual on Saturday nights, the big white boat made its dinner dance cruise down the Bay, turning around in front of our dock. Here it is heading back up the Bay.



This morning it returned on schedule, at 5 minutes past 11:00, the first of two trips past our house. Rather, four, if you count both southward and northward journeys.



The Chap is having a birthday.