Okay, picture this. A beautiful clear sky day in the Adirondacks with a high temp of 72 degrees. Sitting in a canoe with your wonderful husband while enjoying this relaxing day. Fishing for a few hours in a cove before paddling over to an island for a picnic lunch. After munching on strawberries and cherries bought at a farmer's market the day before you read for a while in the sun, because you serioulsy need a little color on your pale skin. You then decide to get back into the canoe to fish some more, catching several fish with your brand new fishing pole. After a long...relaxing...beautiful day you slowly paddle back to the marina not wanting this wonderful day to end. (insert tires screeching loadly here)
Reality check.....This was not my Sunday!
Fact #1: We were in the Adirondacks
Fact #2: We did go canoeing
Fact #3: We did have a picnic lunch (although not on an island) consisting of the previously mentioned fruits
Fact #4:Okay, so I couldn't think of a #4
But, seriously, this was how I had envisioned the day beforehand.
Where do I begin. Well, the forecast did say 72, but I guess that was without taking into consideration the 25+ mile/hr winds up in the mountains (Maybe next time we'll find out the boating conditions ahead of time). We rented a canoe from a marina in Bolton Landing on Lake George, and with our gear nestled between us we ventured out into the lake for a glorious (and much anticipated) day. Our plan was to head to the nearest group of islands 1 mile or two away and find a place where we could fish for a couple of hours. Having loaded up on fishing gear the day before we were absolutely convinced that we would be catching fish left and right. I mean I have a pretty red pole, what more could you ask for.(hehehe)
If you can imagine canoeing on the open seas in the middle of a storm you are imagining our reality Sunday afternoon. The wind was so severe that we made very little headway, so crossing one of the widest parts of the lake to get to the islands wasn't going to happen, we quickly abandoned plan A. The problem was we had no plan B. The waves were crashing over the front of the canoe, especially when a much larger boat came by, which meant all our stuff was getting wet in the bottom of the canoe (luckily I mistakenly left our camera at home). My toes qickly became prunes! I have to say that it was a little frightening for a while. So we hugged the shore back towards the marina to call it a day, grumpy, stressed out, wet, and cold. Before making all the back we did find a cove where the wind wasn't as strong so we decided to cast a few times in an attempt to catch atleast a fish. On my second cast I had a nibble and on my third I caught a small mouthed bass!! Well that was enough to keep us out for a while longer. While it wasn't as windy, it was still windy. So our routine was to cast a few times, long enough for the wind to have moved us significantly, and then row back to where we started. Not exactly the relaxing day of fishing that I had envisioned. So having paid for a full day we called it quits after a mere 3 hrs.
After that we drove north along the lake to explore a few small towns hoping to find a pier where Ryan could fish from and that I could hang out and read my book. That didn't happen. 0 for 2! But we did find a little fair where we indulged in a fried onion from a street vendor! Yummmmm! (you could fry pretty much anything and I would eat it.) From there we headed back to the highway to call it a day (a lousy day at that). On the 15 mile stretch back to the highway we stumbled across one pond (where I was convinced a bear lives who eats people) and Ryan fished and caught many lily pads! However no fish. At this point we were so cold that we opened a bag of clothes in the trunk going to the Goodwill (see it's good that I am a procrastinator), ripped it open, and layered on anything that fit. Ryan was wearing an old ugly scarf of mine, as well as a bright orange shirt that was about 2 sizes to small. If only I had a camera!! At one point a car of people pulled up so Ryan took the scarf off of his neck and wrapped it around his waist! As if that made him seem less creepy!!! We found out it was 53 degrees! Several months ago I would have given my pinky finger for 53 degrees, but not in July!!!!
So that was our lame, disappointing Sunday of fishing!
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