|First morning, view toward reservoir with camper van|
under the trees. Click on image for larger view.
By midday it was 82 degrees, with a gentle breeze rustling the trees and I again stripped down to the buff. Why wear clothes when it's as nice as this and no one is around?
Besides, the National Weather Service radio was telling me that tomorrow would be cooler.
My modest lunch consisted of of Genoa salami schmeared with Brie de Nangis cheese.
Birds, birds, and birds. Water birds everywhere. Bald eagles, pelicans, huge blue egrets, some Double-crested cormorants, and a little sea birds which hangs out with the gulls which I could not identify. Mostly white, a couple or three black rings around the neck, and pointed wings.
|View of camp from offshore.|
I'm a poor swimmer and do not trust that bodies of water have my best interests in mind, so I'm always a bit anxious when out on the water, but I love the gentle nature of kayaking, the peaceful solitude I find when out poking around the shoreline or out in the middle of a lake. Rivers, well, I'm a Class 1 kind of guy. Give me a nice smooth stream.