The south wind in spring brings the warmth I desire and crave. This time of year, it blows hard from the Gulf-- not much geographically to stop it between there and, well, Canada. We reside here, in the middle. . .
TV is gone. Check.
Therefore, Weather Channel- gone. Check.
Internet still good. Right!
Ah but weather prediction, still more an art than a science, isn't it.
My winter is spent, to a large degree, waiting on the first weather good enough to camp, and yes. . . fish.
It's in my DNA; can't help it you see, so when I saw consecutive days of 80f highs, and 60 lows, with only MODERATE south winds of 15mph, or so, I geared up for an excursion.
The 'gear up' is a process. . .
The 19 year old boat.is.a.pain.in.the.ASS. But to me, a worthwhile pain. It's running well, now- starter rebuilt, new prop, etc.. Then there's the tent and lanterns, poles and tackle, on and on.
Tuesday, hugging the south side of the lake for shelter from the wind, we were able to rip up and down the lake for miles at maximum speed of about 40, which is pretty damned fast on the water. Fast enough for me at least. It can be borderline scary in a boat whose top side rides a foot above the water. White capped waves, generally speaking, mean enter at your own risk. This, I've learned from experience.
Got girlfriends' fishing license at the marina. Check. . .
Two dozen minnows. Check-
Fish? Checked and checked. None to be found, which is not really so strange because despite the suddenly balmy temps, the surface water is still at 45 to 49f. Two more weeks of nice weather, water ten degrees warmer, and it'll be on like donkey kong.
So, this would be an exploratory mission and equipment check. On that count all good. Everything worked, and the company was delightful.
the boat and lover parked in a sheltered bay, Tuesday afternoon
the shoreline at that same place..... filtered light,
trees only beginning to green up
Kansas sky... I saw a hovering hummingbird sucking nectar
The lake is down a bit, drought of sorts, so much exposed like this fresh water mussell shell with a live insect on siesta
dried moss and such... this lake is rocky, meaning gorgeous clear water and great fish habitat
at the same spot as the pictures above this one, tenacious trees doing their best in the molar stones
Ah but the wind. Tuesday night as the sun set, as we prepared the camp fire and food, the wind shifted from tolerably moderate, to borderline hideous! We slept in the Coleman tent, on a Coleman queen blow up bed, the queen and I, as the south wind whipped into a fury.
So much for weather prediction... sigh. Much of the night, the tent was in the position you see above (pic taken Wednesday morning)
Moi, pole in hand as usual-- this pic by sweetheart asia rein. A keeper. .