Kayak

I decided to do something instead of talk about doing something today. I usually drive past the lake and think that I should have gone kayaking. I sometimes can't fathom how I went kayaking 81 consecutive days two summers ago after I was first diagnosed with cancer. That seems like ions ago. It certainly is not as easy as it was post-op to go as it was pre-op. My abdoman hasn't healed right. I still find it incredibly calming though to be out on the lake, I just am not breaking any speed records now.

These pictures aren't in the correct order but the first one is correct. The second one was taken near the end of the ride but I thought it fit better here. The next two are of the elusive Blue Heron. I saw one on a rock by where I start my ride but it was darker and he took off too quickly. When I was going back to my take off area, I spotted something under the dock and I thought maybe it was it. I was right. I was surprised at how close I was aable to get to him. He may have not felt threatened or he was sick. At one point I thought he was going to attack me so I backed off.
The next two pictures are just some random shots. No, the paddle is not my old nickname. The other shot is looking across the lake. The last two include one of a sunken skull. I'm not sure who's it is and if it's up for grabs. I thought of trying to salvage it but I doubt I have the energy for it. Maybe I can send it to Celeste's homeless guy. The last picture was as I was putting the kayak back on it's cart for the walk home.