|are you guys coming out?|
|Dave assembles the little Zodiac that we've carried in Beluga|
|Lew watches the dock guys do their thing|
|fishing from the breakwall|
Since we've been home we've only had a couple sunny, warm days. One afternoon, as we sat outside on the deck with our Happy Hour gins, clouds began to build in the east. The type of clouds that usually mean trouble.
|happy hour view across the lake|
The wind came up, the sky darkened and we were chased inside by torrential rain. Ever since then it's been grey and cloudy with intermittent showers....sigh
Ah well, the Mergansers like it, the poodle doesn't care if it's raining or sunny. The lake is the lake to him.
|fun in the lake equals wet, sandy curls|