The TV weatherman compared Sunday’s weather to September – sunny, warm, and without humidity. It was also pleasantly windy – perfect for a day at the lake.
People engaged in various kinds of water fun.
There was water skiing.
There was inner-tubing.
Best of all, there was sailing. The most sailboats we’ve ever seen on the lake at any one time are 4. On Sunday there were 10 sailboats, including ours.
I tried and tried to get a bunch of sailboats in the same shot, but 2 or 3 was the best I could do.
We sailed around for a while, then sailed into the “No-Wake Zone” and dropped anchor. Dave read Cruising World, and there was knitting. I got through the waist shaping on the second front panel of the Rowan Summer Tweed cardi.
Sailing sounds so romantic doesn’t it? They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. With Dave, all it takes are a few nautical terms. You should see him try to hide his smile when I use terms like “underway” or “coming about” or “main sheet.” (On the BOAT. NOT in bed. Your minds are in the gutter.)
My hat didn’t exactly lend me the glamour I was going for, either.
So much for romance.