Mid-morning, it was already hot. Pete and I decided to go kayaking at Finger Lake, which is the lake closest to us. We pulled into the parking lot and the already slightly frazzled campground host said to us that the previous day the parking lot was full and that he was turning people away. Pete went to pay the usage fee and I stood around and empathized with him. Later, after we paddled and came back, all the parking spots were full. The campground host was by then directing drivers in and out of the small lot. I mentioned to Pete on the way out that I’d put money on it – if and when we come back, he’ll remember us.
We got out on the water in the nick of time. There were some people out on their silent sport floaty toys. But at the same time there were a lot of jet skis and motorboats. There was one rather large boat, it had several people in it, two American flags, and a banner that said, “God Bless America” on the side.
We stuck close to shore so that I could check out the birds. There were several birds that I think were mergansers – some had young. There were two mallards hanging out in the reeds. I noticed that all were attempting to deal with the wave backwash left by the large boats. What a shame.
Income disparity was evident. Lakefront homeowners had float planes, motorized toys, and large boats. Some were on the water. Those on the shore, out for a day, had inflatable rafts.
The height of Idiocra – some homeowner blasting what sounded like heavy metal music to me.
After a bit we paddled back to shore – the entire area in front of where the cars were parked was now filled with people, setting up picnics and blowing up floaty toys. I have seen a book entitled Humans of New York. I wanted to take photos and call it Humans of Wasilla, Alaska.
Pete and I worked well taking off and putting the kayaks back on the boats. I did have the same problem that I had yesterday – the backstrap on the Nordkapp also needs to be replaced.
Our next stop was the hotel. Pete had to pick up a bookcase and books. The keys fell off my lanyard, so we had to go back home. This turned out to not be a wasted trip for Pete because he also went and got hay with the other truck.
We waited until after dinner before going for a ride. It was a beautiful summer evening – and it had cooled off some. Looks like tomorrow’s weather will be much the same.
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