A light coat was needed for the walk to the rec hall for the Sunday breakfast this morning. As usual the food was wonderful and great for increasing you level of bad cholesterol. The Canadians a couple of slots down from me were there and we visited for forever. Tuesday they are headed for the Rio Grande Valley to go to a music festival of some sort. They are fun folks to visit and compare stories of places and events.
The grocery shopping was interesting in that the prices of nearly everything purchased was noticeably less than at Port Aransas and way less than Fredericksburg. The BILL still was over forty dollars. Part of the reason was some extra stocking up for when the team rolls out on Wednesday for parts unknown.
Late this afternoon a yak paddling was accomplished. Over at Spur 277 south the launch was very easy and clean. It is an old road bed so there is no mud. The shoreline on this lake is not easy to distinguish from one part to another. That is a typical trait of desert lakes. You must pay attention to your travels or you can be heading to a location you do not want.
Man that water is cold. After stepping into the water to get on board the yak, it took my feet a long time to warm up. With a cool air temperature and cold water, falling in was not a smart idea.
After leaving the dock area there is a cliff along the left side of the lake. It is nice to have some good scenery immediately. This cliff portion is only a hundred feet from the launch ramp.
Meandering on along looking at the cliff ins and outs brought me to this tree. When the lake was down last May, that tree was growing out of the rock way above my head.
Being a well experienced yaker, the first leg of the journey was paddled into the wind. Coming home with the wind is a lot nicer. While sticking close to shore, like ten to fifteen feet, seemed like a good idea, it was still over twenty feet deep.
The first little canyon, little above water anyway, ran back into the cliffs for a ways. Then as you get toward the back of the canyon the recently flooded brush starts to close in. Out here it is wise to watch for rattlesnakes in the brush. They crawl into the brush near the water surface and grab fish when they swim by. Whenever the brush starts to close in, my yellow yak wisely backs out of the spot. You can see the brush closing in at the back of the canyon.
After this canyon, the route came out from the land area and the wind became a serious factor. Stopping to take pictures was not a good idea. A sizeable crossing was made to the lee wall of another large canyon. AHH finally a chance to rest my sore shoulders.
This lee wall was nice to hide behind for a mile or so. Along the way the Hanging Gardens of Prickly Pear were found. They are beautiful don’t you think?
Before the back of the canyon was even close, the flooded timber got thicker than was wise to play in. On the way out this picture was taken before the wind was encountered again.
The land at the far back ground is where the route turns left to head back to the ramp. Once the turn was made, the wind helped. To my surprise the wind driven waves never got over about a foot high. During the trip back, the waves were never powerful enough to catch one and surf in to the ramp. RATZZZ surfing the yak is fun.
One last little turn and to my astonishment there was a large bush with purple flowers that was missed on the way out. It is possibly some type of laurel. The fragrance was heavenly. The flowers wonderfully beautiful. And best of all the water was calm enough to get two pictures from very close. The bow of the yak was resting on a rock next to the trunk of the bush. Check out this beauty and if a reader knows the exact name please comment so we all will know.
It was getting dim out and time to get the yak out of the water. My luck ran great and a shallow spot to step out into the water was only about two inches deep. That helped my feet to be less cold for the twenty minute trip back to Comfort Castle.
It really was surprising how much fun this trip was. It was about two hours, but seemed only to be thirty minutes.
Now this was a great day to trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM