Just east of the boat ramp is a huge marina, full of
private houseboats and one's to rent. It's hard from
a picture to get an idea of how large some of these
macmansionboats are. Some are three stories tall.
Many have 4 matching jetboats hanging off the back and
all have a second story water slide. You can rent a
pedestrian one story houseboat for $800 to $1200 per
day. The few floating estates I saw all travelled
with an accompanying water skiing boat.
I was fortunate that there were very few people out on
the lake. The surface was very still and after a few
hours I found a sandy beach to camp on. I passed one
other kayaker, on a situpon covered in mounds of black
plastic bags, poormans' waterproof sacks.
And now for the important info. The poop bag will go
down in history as an invention rivalling poprocks,
air conditioning and power car windows. Comes
complete with TP and a hand cleaner. You squat over
it, do your thing and it all closes up slicker than a
selfsealing envelope. Inside is a special gel which
breaks down the things that need breaking down so you
can just throw it into a garbage can when you get
back.
The moon is a day from being full. I found enough wood
to have a small fire. And little dried tumbleweed
bushes almost explode when they hit the heat, cheap
fireworks. I am sleeping out under the stars, the
water lapping at the shore, the moon rising. It's all
just about perfect. I'll have to remember tomorrow to
not set my sleeping bag out on the side of a hill.
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