June 25th

June 25^th We take our next anchorage in Codville Lagoon this has been a favourite of ours for some years.. We have chosen a place to put our hook down and stern tie to an overhanging tree on the beach. One of the vessels that we keep tripping over last year had anchored in the same spot and looked comfortable there. It was wise decision as it put us out of the wind and was very private. The most popular bay is at the beginning of the trail to Sagar Lake and (we call it Sugar Lake) there were a number of vessels anchored there. Once we are secure Chevy and I go fishing with no luck. Chevy is greatly relieved as I do not bring out the club to dispatch a fish. She is equally upset when I dispatch a horsefly called blackfly and deerfly by some and there is a whole squadron of them droning around her nose and my blue jeans.

The next day we are focused on the safari to the lake with the honey brown sandy beach. We use are folding anchor with the bungee cord to hold the stern off the large boulders and rugged beach. A bow line to an overhanging tree secures the pointy end. We know that no one is at the lake as there are no other dinghies on the beach. Last year before we reached the lake we knew that some persons were already there and sounded the alert with our bear horn before we reached the lake head. We did not want to catch skinny dippers in the act of frolicking in the crystal clear waters. As it turned out there were some young’uns dashing in and out of the lake and we gave the parents time to cover them before we approached.  We had a short chat exchanging pleasantries. We moved down the beach and that was Chevys first real swim event.

T




his year her memory of the last year came back and she spent all her time running ahead on the board walk as we walked in, scampering up and down the root foot hold on the steeper parts and dashing back to us. Hurry up Dad, come on slow pocks, Mom and I can’t wait any longer let me go ahead and check it out. “No come back here right now silly girl”. For sure you will bring back a Grizzly and we will all be his morning snack. The walk in is about 1.2K and Parks has done a great job of improving it even from last year.

 

When we reach the lake head she dashes in frolics around splashing and barking. I find a stick and chuck it in the lake; she thrashes after it as she has still not mastered the swim level in the water yet. A lab she will never be. BOY I do miss our old labs at a time like this. This swim event seems such a waste on a California desert dog. 

 

We sit on a log eating treats reminiscing about the time when we came in with Betty & Mike, Tony & Gayle and many others.  We had Kobi & Scupper and they were just puppies. They were dashing in and out of the water to retrieve sticks. They were barking and yipping with mad enthusiasm. The noise could be heard echoing between the mountains and valleys for miles. There was a moment between all this commotions that it was silent. We were frozen in fear as the wolves were calling the pack together to visit there new friends at the lake. No one said a word; we just packed up quickly as we could, kept the dogs close and scurried back to the boats. That night Betty shone the search light on the shore and there were ravenous green eyes glowing and being reflected back from the hungry beasts prowling the shore…. What a disappointment for them they had come too late for supper maybe there will be an opportunity for a breakfast meal. We very carefully picked a spot the dogs could walk without them being the banquet.