But Matt . . . your fly WAS open! Your tent fly, that is!Cooling my feet in the lake... My fly was NOT open in this picture, regardless of what Tina says!!
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It was really windy that afternoon, and I had gone back to my tent before heading to the beach with everyone. I had left my tent fly open, and found a layer of fine dust covering my quilt. Matt’s tent was in the same campsite as mine, so when I walked over to the beach and saw him in the water, I thought maybe his tent contents would be covered with dust as well. I shouted to him while he was out in the water, “Hey Matt, is your fly open?” which prompted roaring laughter from everyone on the beach.
And I just have to say . . . That photo of me sitting in the food prep area . . . I realize that I look like I should be waiting tables rather than sitting in the backcountry, but there is a reason for that. Us gals had a “spa day” at the lake. Laura warmed water for us in ziplock bags, and we rinsed our hair and had a dip in the lake. I was feeling so clean that I threw on my cleanest shirt, which was that white shirt which is designed for sun protection. It came home a dingy brown.
As for spending our rest day on the beach— that was never my plan! I thought we were going up to the Sue Lake Bench! But Margaret Lake was the best decision ever and the perfect compromise. I will never forget that day.
I am out of town but will try to post some Margaret Lake photos when I get home.