Through some miracle, or maybe it was merely a change in barometric pressure, I’ve managed to download a photo from iPhoto and upload it to this humble blog. I continue to be mystified by the process and can’t explain why it wouldn’t work before or would this time.
Anyway, we were out to Roundrock last Saturday for a day of mostly sitting in the comfy chairs on the shady porch overlooking the sparkling lake. It wasn’t nearly as blistering hot then as past visits: it only got to about 96 degrees while we were there rather than the 100+ degrees of earlier visits. Nonetheless, we stayed in the shade and only did a minimum of chores. Really, the chore of the day was unwinding and relaxing, and we applied ourselves to that work vigorously.
We got about an hour later start than usual because I wanted to get in my run at the dog park with Flike, and we had to wait for the park gates to open first. I thought I could skip showering after that and just swim in the lake, but after making a record ten laps of the park (about four miles!), I pretty much needed a shower. So that devoured a little more time in the morning too. But we were on the road eventually, and because we didn’t stop along the way, we got there only about a half hour later than we usually would. That left plenty of time for relaxing, swimming, throwing the stick for Flike, relaxing, drinking iced tea (unsweetened, of course), and contemplating our good fortune.
We heard several loud splashes in the lake (dropped another foot or so since our most recent visit despite the half inch of rain that fell in the area on Thursday), but they were out of sight, so we can only speculate on what they might have been. A great blue heron sailed low over the water and landed on the opposite shore. It skewered a minnow or some silvery fish from the water for our entertainment. We didn’t see any deer resting in the shade of the willows, but we did see about ten racing across the road ahead of us as we drove out.
Alas, we had things to do back in town on Saturday night and Sunday, so we couldn’t stay the night at the cabin. The nights do seem to cool down there despite the heat, but the air was still, and it might have been a stuffy night in the cabin (with two long-haired dogs) if we had stayed.
It’s looking as though we won’t get back down to Roundrock for nearly a month, which is a crime, but family obligations make their demands. I can live off the memories of the woods and the anticipation of future visits though.