Friday, August 9, 2012, page 2 –
To Bishop and Home
We drove up Bishop Creek Canyon today and fished South Lake, one of our favorite Sierra lakes, the first one we began fishing in. The lake level is shocking - I’ve never seen it so low. The dry winter has taken a terrible toll on the eastern side of the Range of Light, the side which is dryer anyway.
It's down 35 feet; a passage between a small island and the shore has become an isthmus and the back of lake and its inlet is a pond--puddle, in which we got stuck because John insisted on driving the boat into it. A kind stranger towed us back to the dock and we got the motor going again, and continued fishing.
The intermittent thundershowers speckled us with some rain, but it was almost tropical. We dried off quickly and continued fishing until we were tired and needed bathroom. We each caught fish easily, though nothing big. But fun.
The unstable thunderstorms weather gave us fantastic clouds, light, rays of sun breaking through around mountaintops, looking like Moses might be giving us commandments that were overlooked in the first installment. It rained, it shined. Marvelous.
Dinner at Whiskey Creek and then back to our modest hotel. I wish we could go home tomorrow instead of Sunday. I am ready to go back to my other life, the one where I take care of Max, Jack, and Alexa, my roses, and paint again.
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