“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.”
― Frank Herbert
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Going to the Lake
Having extricated my truck from the quagmire, I don't have a lot on the "to do" list today. I thought about going into town for lunch. I have a shotgun I have been working on that I need to test out, and I could do that. But I'm not really in the mood for either of those things at the moment. I watched the news this morning, like an addict who swears he just needs one more and then he'll quit. Seeing all the nonsense going on aggravated me, so I need something tranquil to do. I could take the dogs and go down to the waterfall, but it's hot and humid. The forest is still soaked and you could cut the air with a knife.
So if I don't want to do any of those things, I could go to the big lake. We have three lakes here, one small one near my place. A larger one on the NW end of the county, and a big one due North. The mid sized one has a place where you can leave your vehicle, then hike down to the water. The dogs like to go, and I'm not apt to meet anyone on the trail during a work day. That's probably what I'll do. Ever so often I feel like I need to get off the mountain for awhile and have a change of scenery. Sometimes I go to the biggest lake and rent a sailboat for the day, but that's too much work and not much fun without the wife to go along anyway.