Indian Lake

After our epic hiking trip, we took the ferry home ready to swap gear for our next adventure. We were already packed with gear in dry bags and simply needed to make the switch. However, the car started to moan and a shoddy power steering pump would have us scratching our heads.

It took a bit of improvising, but we weren't going to give up on our camping trip with the Killons on Indian Lake. We squeezed the kayaks into the back of Tom's van and followed with gear in our Prius. It put us behind by one day, but certainly didn't dampen our spirits.

We packed the boats early on Saturday morning and shoved off toward Long Island. We thought we spied the familiar blue kayaks from a distance and started to play bugle calls to signal our arrival. However, after hearing someone shout "is the cavalry coming?" and seeing an unfamiliar schnauzer yipping from the shore...we paddled along until we saw the site.

After unpacking and consuming our morning s'mores (which we have nicknamed s'mornings...), we paddled around the southern part of Indian Lake. Sometimes floating, sometimes racing it was a lackadaisical afternoon. We explored John Mack Bay and parts of the Jessup River widening before turning back to our campsite for an amazing potluck feast. It was some of the best campsite eating of which we have ever partaken. Bill took first prize with his apple pie over the campfire.

We played tunes around the campfire well into evening and had a grand time. We were sad to shove off the next morning. Thanks for the great time Bill and Jill!