Time to relax at cabin

What a difference a week makes on the lake.
Rainy Lake was magnificent all weekend. The freezing temperatures had disappeared and the stillness of the lake allowed the sun to raise the lake’s temperature by 10 degrees C.
Cottagers were arriving and opening their camps. Our neighbour, Larry Greif, arrived early in the week having driven through a snowstorm on his final day getting to Fort Frances from Arizona.
By Tuesday he could trade in his jeans to shorts.
My wife had insisted we were going fishing this weekend. So on a bright Saturday morning, with the lake almost still, we headed off to Grassy Portage Bay. We weren’t targeting any specific species but rather anything we could catch.
“Grassy” was a beehive of activity, with more boats fishing shorelines than I had ever seen before. We started in our favourite bay and on her first cast, Marnie called to me that she had caught a fish.
It was the second year in a row that she had caught the first fish.
Boats constantly were on the move around us. We watched anglers pull away from one spot and head to another. Soon the bay emptied.
We were catching northern pike and were having great success. It was all catch-and-release and no lures were lost.
Marnie realized after two hours that the stillness—and beating sun—was having a dramatic affect on the colour of our skin.
I always carry sunscreen lotion and even though its best-before date was mid-2014, we chose to use it. The shopping list will include new sunscreen.
But it also was a work weekend at the cabin as our year-long project neared completion. The grey water pipe was connected and the shower tested.
The lake stilled again that evening. The golden sun descended below the treeline just to the south edge of Bennett’s Island (a month from now, it will settle in the centre of the island).
The first of the season’s mosquitoes rose out of the bushes just after the sun had set and they soon drove us indoors. Safely sitting inside, the hum from the critters as they bounced off the screens could be heard.
It felt like a mid-July weekend.
By Sunday, my sister and her husband were brave enough to test the waters of Rainy Lake, though it was a very short swim.
The docks in front of the Bayview Motel had many swimmers this past weekend. Youth seem far more impervious to the cold water.
By Monday, after the last job had been completed, I finally sat down and began reading a book. It was a well-deserved break.
It was not a stellar piece of literature, but one that is geared for summer reading and relaxing at the cabin.
Books, a little fishing, dozing on the deck, and the occasional swim now are at the top of the cottage list. Many visitors are expected, with the first to arrive in three weeks.

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