It's a holiday weekend. The lake is overrun with boats; big motorboats, small fast motorboats, sailboats and my canoe. The big lake has big waves today. It's not from the wind, which is pleasant, but from boat wakes. I bob and weave in the erratic waves. It is relaxing even though it takes a bit more effort to keep a steady pace and course. I slip through the east marsh and south around the burial island dodging rental canoes and kayaks. Watching the occupants, I realize that they are in foreign territory, unsure and unfamiliar with the surroundings. They don't see the marsh, busy as they are with an unfamiliar craft. Cattails have just put out their dark brown pod. I take out near the cut and walk home.
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