Late Summer Camp at Scotts Flat
Hauled the trailer out for a late summer camp at Scotts Flat — Jeep, WoollyBear, tent on top, bike hanging off the back. Parked by the boat ramp in the morning when the water was still flat enough to hold the whole far shore upside down.
The meadow grass has gone fully tawny already, seed heads everywhere, and the lake looked lower than earlier in the season, rocks and old stumps showing along the point. Walked back to one of the smaller lakes in the trees, where the surface was doing the same trick with the clouds — barely a ripple except near the reeds.
By afternoon the cumulus started stacking up over the ridge and the wind put a chop on the water, so that was it for the glassy stuff. Fine trade. August up here always ends the same way, calm mornings sold off by two o'clock.