Lessons from the lake

Hello all you swimmers and non-swimmers

I have returned White Lake. It was a pretty good experience. I wish that Wendy could have gone, but she could not get off work. Wendy's parents rented a place at White Lake for a couple of days. They were down since Monday. Wendy's sister and her daughter joined them. Hence we have Chance.

I took yesterday and today off to join the family since Wendy was not able to go. I left Wednesday morning after my dentist appointment. It went okay for a trip to the dentist. I reached White Lake around 11 am. The place where we stayed was pretty nice. It was capable of sleeping ten. We had six, so we were okay. The place was pretty clean and close to lake access. I was surprised that it had two televisions with cable. Most of the beds were bunks and cots. I slept on a cot. It was comfortable enough for me to sleep.

The lake itself was okay. It was only four feet deep. Which is fine with me since I am not a great swimmer. Most of Wednesday I spent in the lake with Wendy's dad wading in the water. Wendy's niece and her friend did not want to get into the water until the evening. By the evening they were ready to get in the water and enjoyed diving off the pier.

I tried to put on sunscreen so I would not get burnt. I think I did pretty well. I do not feel burnt. There might be a little redness on my right shoulder.

There are some observations I have from the trip.

1) I saw a guy who was purple. I am not sure if had too much sun or what. It may have been the reflection, but to me he looked burnt. Fun in the sun anyone?

2) I saw a woman who was in her 60s or had not aged well in a two piece swimsuit. Grandma give me a dollar in a card so I may cover my eyes.

3) People love tattoos. I saw a bunch of people with them. Most that had one had multiple ones. It was most often women that had them. Must be an accessory thing.

4) Children like to whine. I could hear all over children and their parents discussing matters. I am not sure who threw the worst tantrums though. Wendy's niece and her friend were in bad moods when I first got there, but made up.

5) Girls are strange. Wendy's niece is 10 and so was her friend. One minute they would act 17 and the next like they were 5. One day I might understand girls. Naaa.

It was a good trip and I had fun. Wendy's dad has already booked the place for next year. I'll see what happens.