5:15 pm. It's been a great day. I like all the new people on our boat (though I still have reservations about the Loudmouth Drunks next door).
We've spent all afternoon cruising the Pit River arm of Shasta Lake (the twelve of us left here for the final two days). Each area of this vast lake has its own unique character, and the Pit is like a landscape from another world, with its gray tree trunks poking out of the water all along both sides. With the water level as low as it is in this drought year, the trunks with their vestigial branches are like totem poles, each one different from the next. Some of them stand on the sloping banks with what looks like their entire root system exposed. You wonder what keeps them from sliding down into the lake, or at least toppling over. Some of them have done exactly that.
We followed the Pit until it was too narrow and too shallow, then came back the same way. We made a couple of stops to jump in the lake and cool off, and we stopped for ice cream at one of the marinas. I tried to stay in the shade as much as possible, and I kept myself covered with sunblock, but I'm still feeling roasted this afternoon. My feet that got singed a few days ago are still red but not as sore. My arms and neck seem to have taken the worst of it today. I'll try to stay protected as much as I can for the rest of my time here.