From the little not black book...

We were supposed to go camping last night. You may remember how we cancelled because of the impending apocalyptic weather? Yeah. Nothing. No rain, no wind, no cow-grabbing tornadoes.

So, this morning we packed up and went to the canyon to do some fishing and hiking. Jackson fished, Katie and I hiked. Now Katie is fishing with her dad and I am kicked back by the edge of the lake.

The weather has been weirdly wonderful. It started out foggy and cool. The fog stayed until nearly noon. Now the sun is burning off the clouds and the wind has picked up enough to blow out the humidity.

Jackson and Katie have moved to the other side of the lake in search of fish. The lake has more water in it than I have ever seen. The fishing dock no longer stretches out over dry ground and the grass in the swimming cove is actually covered with water. It almost looks like a real lake and not an oversized puddle.

I guess everyone else heeded the spurious weather warnings as well because I am totally alone. There is a bullfrog hiding in the reeds of the shallow water. He's singing Barry White songs. The cottonwoods are rattling thier leaves - it sounds like distant applause. I think I am going to take a nap in the shade...