Another year of staying at the cottage in Lansing at the end of June/ beginning of July. We know the owners could sell it and we'll no longer be able to go back, but each year has been a treat and we look forward to doing it again next year if things work out.
Every year, I spend a fair amount of time tidying up, firming up, building up. The first day there, I built up the "beach" or kayak landing zone and needed to move all the rocks I could to add to the breakwall. Rather than carry them or float them around the dock on the paddle board, I tried sliding them across it. With the first attempt, a new game was invented. I was only able to hang one more rock off the edge in hundreds of tries.
Gail had more hanging-around-on-the-dock time this year as she cut her finger the day before we went when she was preparing delicious and nutritious food for us to eat while there. While the injury wasn't especially severe, she had to keep it dry the whole time we were there, which meant no swimming or kayaking. She got some short paddles on her SUP when conditions were calm. Roxy appreciated the circumstances.
Roxy also enjoyed the opportunity to get back to doing some scent work on the dock.
It was like getting back on a bike for her.
Like every year in the past, Nano came up for a visit. This year, she brought her boytoy.
Jody took a turn at the banjo when she and Tom came up.
Rose came with her parents, Sarah and Adam. She took advantage of the expanded beach to get a proper distance from the incessant banjo playing.
Kathy and Ashley came with cake.
The centerfold of some foodie magazine. It was good.
Paw Ta Shue and Hser Kwa Ler came again, and brought his sisters Eh Lay and Eh Gay Moo who I hadn't seen in quite some time. Other visitors refused to be photographed.
I had three nice solo paddles: I got back to the preserves to the north and south that the Finger Lakes Land Trust has acquired and over to Taughannock where I met Alan and Marilyn for a walk around the Rim Trail before Alan had to go park the stage/truck for GrassRoots.
The neighbors have torn down the white bread, tasteless suburban house and are building a giant, but interesting one. We were a bit concerned when contractors started cutting stone for the deck, but they didn't cut more than a few stones. I scored a perfect piece of wood from the dumpster to fix the railing to our dock which the owners were pleased with.
I tried to keep track of all the trips up the stairs from the lake. The top post marks my trips, the bottom one is for everyone. I may have missed a trip or two.
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