“It’s not hot, it’s *frickin’* hot!”

So said my cousin Jane when she was up here back in June and we returned from our Pictured Rocks kayak trip. Today was another one of those days. After a quick paddle over into Mosquito Bay, I actually made progress on some constructive projects this morning, a little web work and sweeping the beach out of the cabin — again. This afternoon I hit the beach again and:

  • Walked.
  • Hung out with the Piedmont/McNaughton women.
  • Kayaked around the island (disturbing seagulls) and over to the Birch Pt. range light (osprey nest) and back.
  • Found a deadhead, powerboats beware.
  • Read a bunch of Reading Lolita in Tehran.
  • Hung around with Radical Betty.
  • Watched a young McNaughton kid learn to water ski.
  • Swam a whole bunch of times.
  • Got my 15 minutes a day of sun for about the whole summer.
  • Beers to the bears party on Bugs and Horsey’s back deck, too hot on the beach.

That is all. Is that enough? Wish y’all were here.

2 Responses to ““It’s not hot, it’s *frickin’* hot!””

  1. Webmomster Says:

    enough to make me incredibly-embarrassingly-ridiculously-[add addtional adjectives here] ENVIOUS

    hug the sunset for me, eh?

  2. Jay and Rey Says:

    Wish we were there too.
    Seattle finally cooled down to under 80. May we all sleep tonight.

    I dream of being there soon, even if it is a year away.

    Jay et al