Before reveille the fog gently lifts.
Soon it’s all hustle and bustle— canoes, rowboats, kayaks, water-skiers and torrents of swimmers.
The scene quiets down for a bit in the middle of the day and occasionally a passing rainstorm ripples my surface.
In the afternoon, screams of delight cascade over my waves as campers cool off by plunging down a slide or slipping on a water mat.
As the sun sinks lower, rowboats quietly glide across my still waters.
Then, with the setting sun, comes a few hours of tranquility before the campers once again dive in.
See what I mean? It’s not easy begin a summer camp lake as autumn approaches.