September Morning on the Water at Tahoe
Got to the water before the fog did anything about leaving. It sat in a band across the lake, hiding the far shore, and the surface was flat enough that the clouds doubled themselves right down to the reeds at my feet. Worth the early alarm.
By the time the boat was in, the fog had burned off completely and the day went straight to hard blue. Paddled toward the shallow end where the willows and grasses take over — the bottom stayed visible most of the way, weed beds moving under the hull.
The surprise was the sheep. Hundreds of them spread across the dry meadow above the shore, all heads down, working through the grass. Stood there a while listening to them tear at it.
On the way back we stopped at a smaller lake in the trees, where the dog claimed a fallen log that runs out into the water and had to be talked back off of it.