Hot, Hot, Hot Tunk

  Well, it was a beautiful day at Tunk Lake, folks.  And it was hot!  Hot enough to breed dragonflies!  I know this for a fact because there were two of them breeding on the bow of the Rhythm while I tried to avert my  eyes.  
  This trip started out the same way as the other two with the still somewhat eventful loading and unloading, but it was much different when I actually got out on the water.  That lake was like glass, not even a little ripple of breeze across it.  

The start, calm as calm could be...

  I was pretty excited when I spotted a lily pad flower not far from where I was.  This was a different kind than the one that I ran over the other day, and I am proud to say that I did not run this one over, I just dunked it a little bit with my paddle (when I turned around to check it out, the flower was fine, no worries).  After that, I spotted a beaver dam!  I have some history with beaver dams, hearkening back to my La Vida days.  I checked for beavers before I got to close to take the picture you see below....I really had no desire to ruin a beaver's day.

Lily pad flower, unharmed by this picture.

Yup, that there is some mighty beaverish water!

          I both packed and remembered my lunch today, which was pretty exciting, since Mom and M both know that  packing and remembering are not as easy as they seem.  I ate cold pizza and cherries on my kayak....lovely.  You have not lived until you've spit cherry pits from your kayak. (For those of you who are worried about the "green-ness" of this idea, I personally believe that if a fish can't handle a cherry pit then "natural selection" probably would've gotten it soon anyway). It was about this time I grounded out.  Yup, hit a REAL shallow part between some weeds.  The worst part of this was the fact that there were two people canoeing behind me and I know that they saw it; for some reason I found it very embarrassing.  I paddled away from them as fast as I could because, like I felt with the older gentlemen who peed in the bushes near Fox Pond, I did not want these people ruining my experience.

Mmmmmmmmm.......cherries........

    While I eating, I paddled around to another part of the lake, and suddenly met enough head wind to make up for all the lack of it before hand.  I had to paddle hard to make my rounds, check out some random rocks, and get back.  Then I let 'er drift....sweet ending to a sweet trip

Drifting away...

...away...

  Finally, let me mention that I did all of this, and have been doing all of this, with a nasty belly scar.  

B-A belly scar

     I know....ewwwwww.....but a little bit B-A, right?  (Ask for help if you need to know what B-A means.  I don't want to ruin my blog with any bad words  =D).