Once again, Chris got out of bed early to take pictures of the sun rising. Once again, the fog over
the water was spectacular.
Like Glass
This is our last morning. Idyllic. The sun slowly rose and the lake was like glass. We had a
relaxed breakfast and packed up for the paddle home.
Drizzle
This is what I mean about the fickle weather. This is at 11 o-clock, 3 hours after that magical
sunrise The wind came up, blowing the fog and drizzle across the lake into our faces. This was a
hard paddle into whitecaps. As we packed up the van 4 hours later, the sun was once again out,
and the wind had evaporated. We then drove back to Saskatoon, listening to the gravel rattling
against the garbage bag taped over what used to be the rear window.
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