I settle in and marvel at my secluded, but more importantly, sheltered spot.
With the low lake level I counted 7 duck blinds this year, a record on northern Burlington's shoreline.
I rummaged through my basket only to find that my container of milk had spilled on my stove, my matches, my lock and tool pouch...everything. The matches were completely soaked, though I tried to dry and strike a couple before giving up.
Was this afternoon destined to be a dry run?
As it turns out, had I been able to light the stove, a cup of tea would be only a fantasy. I returned home to discover I had left my tea bag and brown sugar on the kitchen counter.