After another long venture out on the yak Saturday, it was time to soar once more over the valleys that lead to the lake. Each time it seemed another brother would approach for a ride with the goggles. And I can't blame them, for a free chance to virtually fly like a bird over the water and such.. I get chills sometimes.
Was our last full day at the lake on Saturday so we had to cram as much activity into as little time as possible.. I chose to fly and capture the environment. Others stayed out fishing late trying their luck to find the big one. By this time only a few anglers had been successful. A lot of impatience was building among the crew members to find a fish.
The scenic view is enough for me.