We survived what was expected to be a few very busy weekends on the lake and at the ramp. Key word there being ‘expected’.
Was it as quiet as it has been? No. Did we almost fill up our second parking lot? Yes. We’ve got four parking lots, by the way.
How not-too-busy was it? Well…
We figure they’re just breaking us in slowly for the mayhem that they call ‘summer’ in these parts.
From where we’re sitting though it just doesn’t look all that bad. So, since that craziness is a whole month or so away we’ll soak in our lovely, peaceful home by the lake while we’ve still got it all to ourselves.
We may not be swamped in people yet but our winged, feathered and furred friends have started showing up.
We sure do appreciate you taking the time to check out all of the mushrooms in the last post. Or, for that matter, taking the time to skip over them and come back to read this one.
After a conversation with her Mom about the size of the mushrooms in the previous post, Nicole realized that a few shots with perspective might be in order. When you get so visually up close and personal with something size can become quite skewed. Here’s a few examples with a little help from FDR.
And now for a real sense of perspective…
Well, after all of that, you are probably wondering about the title of this post. Or perhaps you’ve already found meaning in it. If so, good for you. The original intent however was to describe what Nicole saw the other night when she took a walk out to the dock.
She looked right and something nasty was blowing in.
And then she looked left…
It was like two completely different lakes without even moving your feet.
Speaking of… we’d better make tracks and head back to the lake. We opted to make the 120 mile (round trip) trek to Wally World and the Sandpoint Farmers Market this time instead of the 80 mile Safeway variation. There’s a good chance we’ll require a rest stop!