Plans change. What I had intended to be an overnight weekend at the cabin turned into a long day of mostly swimming after a long run in the morning (in faraway suburbia). I don’t know what to say about this running mania of mine. I’ve reached the point where I simply must run, and everything else must be worked in around it, but that’s a different story.
So we headed for Roundrock only about two hours later than our normal departure time, driving in rain for the first hour. I had looked at the weather maps and knew that while Kansas City would be wet most of the day (finally!), Roundrock would be dry (most of the day). We had nothing much on the agenda, but I had brought the weed whipper down with us intending to do some trimming around the cabin to make the place a bit more tidy, and then after that to trim among the pines to make them feel loved during their recovery.
An electric weed whipper with a plastic string on it is no match for Ozark prairie grasses. I whipped the grass, and the grass whipped back. It barely bent under the onslaught of the whipper, sometimes even clogging the spool until I had to stop and tease the grass out of it. I managed to trim a bit around the cabin and left the impression of a path down to the lake, and I gave up any thought of using it among the pines, but I’ve learned the muscle-powered grass whip is going to be my best (and only) tool on the areas where I can’t take that rental mower. So instead I will sit in the comfy chair on the shady porch overlooking the sparkling lake and contemplate the chores before me.
But I didn’t even do that. Instead, we donned our swimming togs and followed that impression of a path down to the lake to throw ourselves in the warm, warm water. Can you believe that this was only our second dip in the lake so far this year? The lake is down about five feet from full pool, which means a lot of the shallow end to the west is mud flat right now, but I’m not too disappointed. Given the experience I’ve had with the lake over the years, I would have expected it to have leaked away a lot more than this, and that suggests that the proper application of Bentonite that Seth and I made last year may be working. If the lake gets much lower, I may have the opportunity to repeat that application this summer and perhaps achieve an even better seal.
So we floated and paddled around the lake for perhaps an hour. The dragonflies were in abundance, and that means — I’m told — that the horseflies and mosquitos will be diminished later in the summer. I hope so. (I wish they ate ticks too.) We entered the lake under a blue sky with only wisps of clouds far above, but as we swam, the clouds got better organized. Eventually we decided it was time to have lunch, so we dragged our dripping selves up the hill and fixed our meal: a sensible salad and fruit, finished off with a sugar cookie, and iced tea (unsweetened, of course). Then it was back into the lake for more floating. I paid special attention to how my legs felt dangling below me, virtually weightless in the water. I wondered if that helped with their recovery after the morning run (of only 6 miles) since I intended to head out on Sunday to nearly double that distance. I’m insane.
I suppose we were in the lake for nearly two hours after lunch. We wandered down to Danger Island (now not an island) with the idea of seeing how the pines there were doing, but the blackberry was too thick for two people in swimming suits to venture in, so we gave that up and soon found ourselves back in the warm water. The clouds overhead were thickening and massing, and soon we heard rumbling to the south. I had known that there was a possibility of thunderstorms in the late afternoon in the Roundrock area, and it seemed that was about to be fulfilled. But if the storms were coming, they weren’t coming very fast, so we stayed in the lake and just puttered about.
Eventually, the thoughts of what awaited us in faraway suburbia urged us out of the water. We sat on the porch and drip dried as we watched the sky darken, but it seemed that the storm was going to pass us to the southeast. The rain never came while we were down there. But we had a good time and a good day, so there were no regrets when we climbed into the Prolechariot a little later and steered our way home.