Once I finished laughing at myself for thinking the rocks in the lake looked like the famous Loch Nest Monster, I continued walking up the pier to where the Chief Commander is docked.
needless to say I kept my umbrella placed snugged underneath my arm. The sky was truly amazing when I stepped onto the wooden pier. The water was still at low tide and a few ducks were enjoying paddling around, pecking at anything that floated by their beaks.
As soon as I stopped to lean over the railing to position the camera to get a better shot, I could see in the sand just inches below the surface of the shallow water the ducks prints in the sand. They stayed very close to where I was standing as they are accustomed to being well fed by other folks strolling along the pier.
I’m sure if they could speak they’d say, “Throw me something, Mrs…”
These creatures are actually really lovely in many different ways. They paddle with such ease and keep their eyes on anything just below the water line. I’m not sure just how long I stood there just admiring these fine feathered creatures, but I know they gave me such a sense of peace and tranquility.
But, it was time to move on toward the end of the pier where the Chief Commander Ship is docked. I’ve experienced many times the cruises along the lake, touring around the different islands. It’s such a treat to be back on a boat floating atop the water and this reminds me of my grandfather and I heading out on our shrimp boat just before sunrise in Florida… Fried Egg sandwiches and a thermos full of hot coffee with milk. Boy, oh boy those were the days one must remember, and always repeat so the memories stay alive….
On the opposite side of the pier there was a sand bar due to the water being so shallow, and a little mystery too…
Abandoned was this pair of swimming trunks, scrunched into the sand by the current of the water. This made me grin like a Cheshire Cat, wondering just how these trunks came to be here. My first thought I must admit was someone enjoyed skinny dipping in the lake one dark evening…So, I looked around for more clues…nothing else in sight, but my thoughts continued with this thought process. Perhaps, the couple were on a boat one fine evening and decided to just throw caution to the winds and release their clothing into the water below…
Whatever the real reasons this lonely pair of swimming trunks found their way to this very spot for me to notice I didn’t really care, as it gave me memories of long ago skinny dipping for the first time in Florida one moonlit night with my beau……
I had to laugh once I continued walking the pier, and came upon this sign, Rent A Rack… With my childhood memories flourishing around in my thoughts this sign brought back memories of my so called first hunting trip with a rifle…As if I’d ever shoot anything! I told my beau….as we trampled through the woods in search of a deer. Well, he was in search of and I was determined to make as much noise as I could ~ feeling satisfied I would surely be scaring away any wild thing in the woods for miles and miles. Thus, saving their lives and I could enjoy the hiking part of this adventure… There was going to be NO RACK on the hood of this mans truck today….
The famous canoe episode came rambling forward so hard I needed to sit on the edge of the pier and soak in the memories of it fully. My late husband and I bought a beautiful red canoe during the first year of our wedded bliss. We took it out on another lake not very far from this one, but this other lake is very deep and very cold. As a matter of fact they tried to measure just how deep it is and couldn’t, since it was too deep to calculate…My husband left that part out about the lake until after the episode…..
We got into the canoe, and began paddling around this frigid lake in the springtime (not the best time of year either..) Really, really cold……Well, I leaned over to see down into the water and could see something that appeared to look like branches as if there was a forest down there. Ah…Beavers were busy I assumed…
Then for some reason I began to become afraid of the lake and what lurked beneath the water line. This was a first for a gal who grew up around the Gulf of Mexico and swam with the dolphins many times, and even caught sharks with my grandfather (When they became too over populated after a hurricane blew through our town – This action was an order from the Mayor back in the sixties to all fishermen).. These things you can clearly see.. This dark and dreary looking bottomless lake you could not..
We neared the shoreline and in my hurry to paddle faster I tipped over the canoe, flipping it over completely….He got out quickly, remember the water was very cold, and I held my breath waiting to get help… Good thing I was a good underwater swimmer when younger and learned early on how to hold my breath for a long time underneath the water.
He thought I’d be surfacing soon, so didn’t bother to check to see if my legs were caught underneath the seat on a hook of some sort. I didn’t panic or race for air, I calmly felt around to see why my leg would not release and I came to the surface slowly, frozen and I must admit a bit angry at him for not jumping to my aid….
I never yelled at my husband or even wanted to in the brief 15 years we were granted together as husband and wife, but I did say, “We’re selling this pretty red canoe, tomorrow.” And, that was that…. For sale one pretty red canoe, used only once….is what the ad placement read in the next days newspaper.
To be continued, join me tomorrow for Part Three…
Until next time…