Wednesday, August 19, 2015
more from hay lake
At our cabin, the lake isn't deep. It's a flowage, a river runs through the lake, controlled by a dam. It's only about fifteen feet deep at the deepest spot.
This lake of Jay's parents is in northern Minnesota,and was cut in by an ancient glacier, deep in the middle, eighty feet or more. There are multiple springs feeding this lake.
It was Tammy, our standard poodle. Lord Have Mercy.
I asked him to stop the car, and ran down the boat landing into the water to rinse off my jeans.
As I ran into the water, madly rinsing, Jay came leaning across the passenger seat, hollering out the door,
"VAL! THE DROP OFF! STOP! There's a DROP OFF!"
I did not run over the drop off. Plus, I do know how to swim.
love forever, Val