The haze over the lake is growing thick, in places you can't see the other side. My day off, stolen by a part-timer who refused to work the long weekend, terrified by the rumours of the busiest days of the year, fortunately it's a late start...
Head down to the lake, pass the day with a full bottle of Stoly, it was on sale, the economy of fools, I'm drinking, making notes, snapping photos, some great photos...
The haze from the fires gives a great horizon...
I'm joined by some german tourists, they go swimming, making for a great photo:
German jumping off pier (right click, open in new window or tab to embiggen). I finish my vodka, lie down for a nap, wake at 6:00, a dozen messages on my phone, I'm late, into the jeep, soaking wet, must have fallen off the pier, sketchy as all out, trying to get to work, I'm late, I'm hammered, my every professional nightmare come true.
Graciously they say nothing, in the land of Foon I'm still a relatively model employee...