Round Lake Boat Adventure

Early this morning, I announced that I would NOT be swimming at our little beach. David told us yesterday that kids had thrown rocks in the water so the beach would not be sandy all over. Well, I think it’s taken a century of kids to fill the swimming area with rocks, and it is far too shallow for my taste.

Instead, we went to a public ramp on Round Lake, about 28 miles away. An easy launch, and we enjoyed being out on the water, though the “roundness” of it, and the predictable housing on its shores were a little boring for Bob. We had packed roast beef sandwiches for lunch but instead stopped at Famous Dave’s (the original one) for lunch. I liked the Moose Drool dark beer and enjoyed watching some Olympic swimming.

Several boats were stopped at a sand bar where people were swimming, but Bob preferred to let me have my swim back at the boat ramp, where I had to watch out for boat traffic. No matter: keeps me on my toes. The water was clear and cool. The afternoon was fun and we will now have roast beef sandwiches for supper.

The shack was very hot when we returned at the end of the afternoon. We brought our drinks outside and are watching late afternoon golfers. I’m hoping for some wildlife but so far all we’ve seen are a couple of wild turkeys (not us) and a deer running across the highway.

Coffee Mishap

We haven’t rented a cabin for many years. As I looked for coffee and filters, I remembered the early years of our marriage when we didn’t have much money, and a week at “the lake” was our vacation. I’ve been too spoiled by years of Hiltons and pricey ocean views. I was soon brought back to reality when I knocked over the cone and coffee dust sprayed all over the carpeted floor. I spouted swear words I didn’t know were in my vocabulary; Bob laughed loudly. “The vacuum’s in the corner”, he said, referring to the broom and dust pan. Cleaned up the mess and we are now enjoying Dunn Brothers brew in the woods.

Morning MIst

Slept soundly until I was awakened by cold feet, the first time I’ve been chilly in months. Went out to take some pictures shortly after six, thinking I was alone in the still of early morning, until I got down to the lake and saw a golfer practicing his swing in the distance. The mist was floating above the water and bullfrogs sang in the reeds. God was near.

Dinner at the Chippewa Inn

Many miles on County Road B at dusk ended with a pretty good meal at the Chippewa Inn after dismissing what the property owner referred to as “the redneck bar”. We had hoped to sit at the bar and watch the Olympic coverage but it was “drinkers only”, so we opted for food. We were immediately served a relish tray with carrots, radishes, celery, hot cherry peppers, pickled herring, cheese dip, liverwurst and an assortment of crackers. We split the fish & chips, substituting a baked potato for the chips. I was surprised to enjoy a half decent glass of cabernet sauvignon. We rode home in the dark, guided by the GPS, a gift to Bob from the boys a couple of years ago.