Evidence of long ago logging documents the size of some of the trees that used to grow around the lake. All around, lie smaller logs that have been knocked down by wind or by the annual flooding of the lake as heavy rainfall swells the feeder creeks, or snow melt causes the lake to rise.
So the lake has areas where a boater must take care to avoid half-sunken logs and deadheads.
One such deadhead was just below the surface of the lake, so some thoughtful person attached a white float marker to it as a warning to boaters. I don’t have a photo of this marker, but it was a fair distance from shore.
I should mention that when Emma was only six months old, the Captain was walking along the banks of the Missouri River with her in Montana. Without warning, Emma jumped from the four-foot-high bank into the river. She loves the water.
So you can guess what she did as we motored along, and Emma spied the float. She must have thought it was a duck that needed to be retrieved.
A flying leap, an Olympic dive, two gasps from us in the boat!
The Captain immediately shut down the outboard motor, called his enthusiastic dog back to the boat, and hoisted her aboard. I expected to get shaken on, but what I didn’t count on was that she leaned on me on her way back to her front row seat and got my backside sopping wet before she gave me her shower.
I remember the Captain asking me then if I still loved my dog.