Ah. That's how you f it up.
The ride was uneventful- though it was surprising to be heading north on I-69 on a weekend (much less a holiday weekend) without seeing one boat being trailered up. We began to despair of the weather as there were clouds as far as you could see- until a few miles out, we saw blue skies. Once at the lake we were half cirrus clouds (south) and half blue skies (north) the entire time.
|Scrappy, unhappy at being left home. Hey, if dogs didn't poop in the sand...|
Now usually when we go to Pokagon, we go to the beach at the Potawatomi Inn, but they had it all blocked off and sent us on a twisting, turning journey that led us to the campground beach. Which as you can see below, was all the way across the basin from the Inn.
|Damn handsome guy on the beach...|
|And for a holiday weekend we saw two cops the whole trip- and here's one, chewing a ski-doo rider about where his kids should sit.|
|That's me dead center, going swimming. Water was great, and so were the big ol' boat wakes.|
|Laurie got herself the two-scooper of all time...|
|No surprise that by 1:30 they were out of vanilla...|
|Check out dude dead center. Put me in mind of one of Miss Jane's bird-watcher troop friends.|
The dude in red above I tried and failed to get a surreptitious shot of his t-shirt. It cracked me up. I failed, but here is what it looked like:
|Afterwards I was hungry and stopped for a burger.|
Once home, we sat outside where Scrappy stared at the cat that was staring at another dog...
While I... well...
Meanwhile, my son and GF went to Hurshtown to fish. Brought poles, hooks... but no bait. Needless to say, he got shut out.