The lake was a bit choppy, waves about 1 to 1.5 feet high in spots. But the weather was perfect. Once I got used to it, the tossing from the waves made me giggle. It tickled my tummy -- like when my dad used to crest a hill on a gravel road just so. I have done quite a bit of canoeing, but only remember quiet lakes. That's Bart sitting behind me.
Nelson steered...
A view from the bow...it's hard to shoot photos while bouncing.
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