Eight Point Lake, Pt. III

(contd.)

The next morning, everyone slept in. . . a lot.  Shouldn't be too surprising, though - the entire lake was up late for the flares/fireworks, and the girls had all been stupid enough to pull an all-nighter.  It wasn't until much later on in the morning that folks started to stir.

Another day of gorgeous weather was in store for us - zero complaints, here.

Having a morning coffee.

I switched to bloody marys after finishing two cups of coffee, changed into my swim shorts, and made my way down to the raft in order to start my hours-long session of bronzing and reading.

Tools of the trade.

The almost-freshmen came out once they rejoined the land of the living.  Seemed to be a little more with it today opposed to the day before.

Abby and Kris

Playing catch (I guess) with this giant-ass, inflatable ball Kris insisted on buying a few years ago. . . and that is surprisingly still not popped.

A quiet but breezy day on the lake.

(Pretty sure Kris is having a stroke here.)

I once again logged a few hours whipping kids around the lake on the ol' Sea Doo - something high-energy the kids can do when the tubing option is off the table (which it was, since the Whites weren't around and their hoist was currently out of commission.)

I don't mind it, though - it's a hell of a lot of fun.  Eats gasoline like a monster, though.

The girls insisted we bring these up to keep at the lake from now on.  You may remember them from the Great Floatie Debacle of 2019.

In the middle of the afternoon, I loaded up a cooler of drinks (storing it in the front of the jet-ski), and drove over to the far-south end of the lake to meet up with my old, high school buddy, Matt Lee, at his family's cottage.

Meanwhile, back at our lakehouse, Kris kept the girls busy with swimming and cornhole (I assume.)

Ava and the Cannonball

I hung out and had a few drinks with the Lee family, staying a couple hours as catching up while they worked on prepping for dinner (all his siblings and their families were up at the lake as well), before loading all my crap back into the jet ski and heading back.

Kris also took the girls out on a golf kart ride around the lake while I was away.

Dad and Cindy had been working on cooking up these birds for the traditional Eight Point dinner, Beer Can Chicken.

See?  Dad's helping in the kitchen.

Kris and the children return.

More corn on the cob (the Lee fam was having the same thing.)

Food's up.

My wife will make some scary-ass faces, folks.

The sun begins its descent on our third day at the lake. . .

Alayna's old swan floatie looks like it's up to something. . .

The weather was perfect so were lucky enough to nab a sunset cruise out of the day - always my favorite thing to do.

You have to wait for shots like this - setting them just right so that the boat (or whatever) passes right across the sun's reflection in the water.  Photography 101, guys.

Waiting for the shot. . .

More hallmark faces, courtesy of Mrs. Hough.

Teenagers.

Lots of pictures get taken on sunset cruises, but you all already know that by now. . .

A bunch of womenfolk on cell phones.  No surprises there. 

It had been just your typical, end-of-the-day pontoon ride around the lake up to this point - we had made it about 3/4 around the lake, and were swinging along past the western edge of the lake - when I noticed a couple guys waving their arms frantically from the docks.  As we drew in to investigate, they told us their pontoon had died and they had a few people still stranded out at the Sandbar.  The Houghs went in to Rescue Mode. . .

This total random guy went along with us so that the people at the Sandbar knew a rescue boat when they saw one.

We weren't the only people out on the lake this evening thinking it was optimal weather for a cruise, as you can see here.

The Sandbar Survivors (shown here - I was trying to be sneaky grabbing these pics as to not appear creepy)  were extracted without incident, and we quickly set off back across the lake.

Coming back into port.

Mission Accomplished

Resuming our sunset cruise around the lake, now that our good deeds for the day were out of the way.

More pics from the pontoon. . .

Random fireworks have been being shot off in the evenings all weekend long, despite the fact that the Fourth of July hasn't even arrived yet.  Up here the whole weekend might as well be the Fourth.

Always have to grab one of these end-of-the-blog pics of the railing lights.  It'd be unthinkable not to.

- Brian