9:45 am. When I said yesterday that it hadnít rained on us at Shasta Lake, I didnít mean that it hadnít rained at all, or that it wouldnít rain. Shortly after I went to bed last night, it started. It rained hard through the night. I slept well at the beginning and end, but through the middle I woke up every so often, and I could always hear the rain pounding on the roof of the houseboat.
And it had obviously rained hard before we ever got here, because we had to wade through thick red clay mud to get from the parking lot down to the dock. It stuck to everything, in big sticky globs, so that none of us could get on the boat until we took off our shoes. Itís a good thing I brought an extra pair of Leviís, because the clay mud was stuck to the bottom cuff and halfway up my leg. I borrowed a plastic bag to keep the dirty pair in, so that the red menace wouldnít spread.
But itís beautiful here this morning. The clouds are slowly going away, leaving behind blue sky to complement the blue water. We are tied up in a cove next to a small dam, and there is fresh snow on a couple of the higher peaks that surround us. Weíve had a hearty breakfast, Eric has gone off on a hike, and I think itís once again time to relax. I could get good at that, with a little more practice.