Friday morning I had taken a load of things for camp and, with help from my faithful companions Boomer and Rosie, got the boat all loaded up, tied to the dock and ready to go.
Then I drove to my office where I polished off a couple hours of work and then headed back home, eager to jump in the boat and dash to camp.
Only Boomer greeted me at the house. Highly unusual that Rosie wasn’t there, too, but after searching her regular spots and checking to see if she’d gotten locked in the basement I concluded that she must be visiting the neighbors, so Boomer and I walked down to the boat. I planned to pick up Rosie when I returned for Mary in the evening.
What a horror greeted me when I got to the boat. There was Rosie, tangled in ropes, floating face down in the lake. As I rushed over I heard some tiny whimpering and saw bubbles coming from the water where her face was. I plunged into water nearly chest deep, held her head up while I fished for my knife to cut the ropes. All the while Boomer was swimming around and around us, trying to help.
The story has a happy ending. Although she was pretty exhausted and sore – after two hours of struggling in the cold water (ice just went out a week ago) – Rosie perked up by the time we got to camp and spent the afternoon playing with rocks, while I built the little table as my clothes blew in the breeze and dried in the sun.
The second picture is our first walleye breakfast of the new season. Caught some nice walleyes off the dock and filleted them on my new fish cleaning table.
The weather this weekend has been gorgeous. I am tempted to jump in the lake fully clothed again so I have a good excuse to run around nekkid.