My first trip this year was about 8 miles long. The second was 12. I figured for the third, I could bump it up to 18 miles. Something happened, and it was even longer than that.
Things got a little interesting during my drive to the lake. There was a blue Ford convertible that was being a little annoying, slowing down and accelerating over and over. As soon as I finally was able to pass it, it overtook me and the road reduced to one lane. Later it pulled over in a cloud of white smoke. Oops.
The lake itself was surprisingly quiet as usual. There were maybe five boats out either speeding around or fishing and maybe two pairs of kayaks.
I thought I got some videos of loons, but upon closer look, they were definitely just ducks.
I had my phone calling out times and distances ever mile. I was really expecting this trip to be 18 miles total, but I hit 9 miles well before I reached my turnaround point. I'm still not quite sure what happened, but I do know that water levels high, and I did a pretty good job of not cutting corners. The whole thing ended up being about 20 miles, leaving me thoroughly exhausted.
For my second trip this year, I went to Saratoga Lake. I paid a sizable fee to park at the mostly-empty boat launch and set off.
In general, it went pretty well. I feel like I'm going a bit slow, but endurance hasn't been much of a problem.
I got pretty stuck in some mud. The smart thing would have been to turn around and find deeper water, but I stubbornly pushed through. An even smarter thing would have been to mind the buoys. Whoops.
It was nice that the lake hadn't been taken over by seaweed yet. It wasn't toward the end of my trip that I started noticing some beetles, but they were hardly as much a problem as last time.
These guys are just everywhere, now:
I saw many more turtles than I was able to photograph. They tend to slip away into the water at the exact moment I notice them.
For my first kayak trip of the year, I wasn't sure how far I would be able to make it, so I decided to go to the closest river where I could basically turn around early and not have wasted a lot of time or stay out all day and paddle 20 miles.
I stayed out for eight miles, after which I was pretty sore. The weather was amazing. The water was a bit cold, but I haven't had problems with falling in like Anton.
I didn't find anything worth taking pictures of, so when I got back to where I started, I poked around Lock 7 a bit.
It seems like I should take advantage of the weather before it gets more muggy, buggy, and seaweed-y.