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I put my kayak in at the ranger station and was greeted by a friendly park ranger who asked where I was heading. I explained I only had a couple of hours to paddle and asked where he would go. He pointed me up the lake to a sandy beach where I could relax and each my lunch prior to paddling back down the lake. The paddling was easy, and the scenery gorgeous. There are several primitive campgrounds dotted around the lake, and I was met by several campers at the water's edge soaking up the beautiful morning sunshine.
I paddled slowly the six miles to the end of the lake weaving in and out of the numerous bays, and inlets dotting the shoreline. The only company I had on the water was several mergansers and a loon who kept me entertained with his soulful song.
Upon reaching the end of the lake I found a beautiful sandy beach that made for easy beaching of the boat, and provided me with a chance to stretch my legs, and enjoy my lunch in complete solitude. I paddled back to the boat dock down the opposite side of the lake, and called it a day. In total I spent about four hours paddling and eating my lunch.
The Kayak Wing