I do not recollect seeing whitecaps on waves rolling on Lake Wichita on any previous visit to the lake.
The waves had the bridge to the floating dock swaying so much that the handrails were of use.
And the dock itself reminded me of being on Washington Ferry during a big tidal change.
The dock was rocking so much I asked the fishermen and woman if they needed seasick pills. Only one had something to say to that question, that being the fisherwoman, saying no, that the motion got relaxing after about an hour.
That is the aformentioned fisherwoman you see below.
The fisherwoman reminded me of my Grandma Vera. Grandma liked to fish. Often we'd go up to Lynden to visit Grandma to find a "Gone Fishing" note on the door. We knew Grandma's fishing holes on the Nooksack River, and eventually, usually, were able to find her.
The fisherwoman above is also a grandma. Said she been fishing ever since her granddaddy taught her. Charming lady. Told me all about her kids and grandkids and showed me the cool new fishing pole she'd ordered from TV.
The wind pushed me quickly back to my abode, eventually.
This evening I am expecting to see Elsie Hotpepper at a meeting in the D/FW zone. Trouble is a-brewing in the D/FW zone, with the Hotpepper at Ground Zero, as usual.....
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