Windy, cold and cloudy until the day we left. That was very typical of the cottage season this year. My favourite part, sitting on the swing reading a book and looking at the lake. Least favourite black flies. No explanation needed. This weekend Kevin helped with pulling up the dock. It was nice to have the extra person to get this done. We tried a bit of tarring of the second cabins roof edge but it was so windy we couldn't get much done. In fact the thin tar left a splatter of drops all over my face. I thought I had got dirt or dust in my eye when in fact there was tar on my eyelid. Dad scrambled to get the boat before it floated away. The boat kept getting hit by waves and by the morning it was swamped. I'm hoping that I will be able to get up one more time in November and just savour the weekend.
