Fortunate is the man who takes advantage of the rare favorable-conditions-plus-opportunity combination.
Just starting out…in short sleeves. How about that?
Just arrived at the same campsite used for the Christmas Eve overnighter. It was a fine spot.
Walking along the water’s edge in the afternoon sun makes the low lake level obvious.
It’s the lake headwaters, but there once was a lot more water.
The path from my campsite to the lake.
Exploring the channel flowing into the lake on a warm, sunny day in January looked like great fun.
Typical hobo slobbiness.
There were several flashes of green highlighted against a backdrop of shadows.
Pink in the east showing the last of the light after sundown.
So it was time for a campfire, and some dinner.
I crawled out of a comfortable, cozy, and warm hammock just in time to load up my breakfast and coffee gear, pedal to the eastern side of the peninsula, and see the sun rise over the water.
Golden light thick and sweet like a molasses blanket.
Almost a boil.
Aeropress fits this mug better than my Kleen Kanteen, but doesn’t insulate as well on chilly mornings. So this was a transfer tool today.
One of the great pleasures of waking up outside; coffee, crisp air, and quiet. Okay, three great pleasures.
A short ride around the park before packing up.