I got over there about 8-AM, looking for a Boston Whaler.
Where I thought the Boston Whaler and the camera should be, was a dysfunctional scene: Dogs—and their owners yelling, and chasing back and forth through five or more lots at any one time! ("No, Toby doesn't bite"...
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The Beatles being playing loudly at 8-AM.
I'm not going to complain—ever again—about my July neighboring rental-people, who I'd nick-named, "The Clampetts")
My eyes are squeaking after being out on the lake for six hours-straight. I'll finish this message after I've gotten some shuteye.
For a small vessel at 12:30-PM, the lake was very rough with wind and wakes cross-colliding, giving me a workout I'd like to forget.
Basically, the problem is the channel has an inside curve: that's where boat-wakes are worst. They're getting hammered by 40'-plus boats traveling even at reasonable speeds.
Sure enough, there was a tuber running up the channel. He gave me about 75'—and a wave!
In the south end of the channel, an MP snuck up on me—turned on his lights and siren and took off, after making a 180° turn. (Jet-Ski "chase", I think).
More later...