The other day we came up with this great plan to visit one of the local lakes and go swimming and canoeing. So we packed up a lunch, put on our bathing suits (with fleece jackets on top of course) and headed to Black Moshannon Lake just a short drive away. When we arrived, the temperature was a steamy 60 degrees (approximately). So, we decided to go canoeing first, in hopes that the clouds would part and maybe, just maybe, the sun would add 20 degrees. So we rented a canoe and paddled around the lake for about an hour. It was very quiet, very peaceful, and very black. It was pretty much just us and about a billion lily pads. When we returned the canoe to the rental shop, the temperature had indeed warmed to a tropical 64 degrees. So, we headed over to the beach area and ate our lunch, with Andrew sitting with his knees up to his chin so that his fleece jacket covered all of him. We stared in amazement at the poor saps swimming in the black water in, gasp, swimsuits, NOT wetsuits. This outing, while very nice and peaceful, made us miss the heat of North Carolina. We've been told it gets hot here...yeah. Based on the fact that we wake up shivering most mornings, we just don't quite believe that. Allegedly it will be 80 degrees on Saturday - one can only hope!
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