“Brisk” would be the word for today.
I woke up precisely at 7:00 (I have no idea why), and knew immediately that the outside temperature was fairly cool. As it 
turned out, it was in the low 50s, and it stayed in the 50s all day. The boathouse this morning was wrapped in a thick fog bank, making the islands in the lake pretty much invisible.
Not to be deterred, I made my way to the lake and splashed in for a bath – which wasn’t at all bad. The water temperature was quite a bit higher than the air, and it was really sort of interesting to be swimming around without being able to see more than a couple of feet in any direction.
Had a bagel for breakfast, exchanged pleasantries with everyone 
else, and then set out in search of cemeteries at about 10:30. Rather than going through town, I headed in the opposite direction (south) and found a small cemetery about 6 miles down the road, in the Midlothian region – I’m not sure if that’s an actual town or not. Spent some time there, then headed east down a dirt road and quickly found another graveyard, which I photographed for another 30 minutes or so.
Not knowing what else to do, I continued east and eventually ended up in Burke’s Falls – the “big city” (of about 2000) near Magnetawan. From there, I continued east to Sundridge, then looped back to the west and ended up on the outskirts of Parry 
Sound (the *real* big city in the area) before heading back towards camp. Found one more cemetery on the was back to town, then took a short sidetrip through Ahmic Harbour. Eventually made it back to the camp at about 3:00 this afternoon.
I failed to mention that during all of this circular driving, the weather was gorgeous. The temperature was always between 55 and 60, but the skies were a brilliant blue, the sun was shining, and it was very comfortable. Back at the camp, however, it remained cloudy and drizzly and it felt very chilly. For the first time since I arrived, I was not comfortable wearing shorts and had to put on a pair of jeans.
I did some reading, then watched as Dad, “T” and Don made intricate plans and replans in their attempt to re-attach the flagpole to the dock. The last I heard of the plan was that they needed to go to town (tomorrow) for 24 two-inch screws, a hex driver, and I don’t know what else. My idea was, I thought, quite a bit simpler: drill a hole in the dock.
I took a walk while they continued to refine their plans, and ended up missing a call from Betsy. Called her back 90 minutes later and had a nice chat, then headed up to the main cabin to eat.
Dinner, created by Don and Julie Peddy, consisted of fresh corn on the cob, tomato and cucumber salad, steak, and venison that Don shot in North Carolina sometime last spring. To call it amazing would be to undersell it – and considering that I hadn’t eaten since the bagel, I thought I did a great job of stopping myself at two helpings.
After dinner, the seven of us chowed down on brownies (baked this afternoon by Cy) and ice cream in honor of “T”’s 68th birthday. His presents included a new Magnetawan sweatshirt and a bag of almond M&M’s – I didn’t get him anything, as I had no idea that it was his birthday.
The evening’s entertainment came in the form of a spirited game of 
Mexican Train (dominoes), which was won by, I think, Julie Peddy.
The party broke up at 10:30 (funny – when I first started spending my summer vacations at Ahmic, we’d play cards until 1:30 AM every night), and I made my way down to the dock for my evening pitch- black dip in the lake, which was quite nice in spite of the remaining chill in the air. The water temperature is still holding at 72…I don’t know how long that’s going to last if we don’t get some sun soon.
TWD