Clinton Lake

If I've been "to the lake" before in the sense I was yesterday, I don't remember it. My lake memories involved less fun and more mud, likely because they took place along the banks of Buffalo rather than in the shiny center of Clinton.

Many moons ago, back when we had pub night (see previous posts), my friend Will bought a day at the lake on Professor Prater's boat for himself and five friends during the charity auction. I am apparently one of Will's favorite friends (or more likely one of his girlfriend Natalie's favorite friends, but oh well).

So, we followed Professor Prater - actually, he hates to be called that, so I'm compromising with "Prater" - out to the Clinton Lake Marina, where his boat, the Katie 3, is in permanent residence.




I may have been confused by this "going to the lake" hobby in the past, but I have come to understand its appeal. Especially when you have accessories like "the tube," shown below with Anthony and Joe aboard.



Yours truly, post-tubing, which is an activity best done in a one-piece. However, it's also very, very fun, and my arms today are very, very sore.


Here we all are - well, minus our photographer - anchored in a cove and enjoying the water.


For more pictures of this and other occasions, visit the blog of "AMK," from which these pictures were borrowed.