We staked out our claim in the campground and stood back to survey our domain, temporary rulers of all we could see. We were now at liberty to lounge. Frankly, it felt good at first, having nowhere in particular to go and nothing in particular to do. But we soon got over it. We remembered how to relax and gradually lost the urge to keep moving on.
East Bay is a good place to lounge.
The dock bisects a beautiful crescent of sloping sand beach that truly needs to have someone splashing across it. Emma was only too happy to oblige. Past the beach is also a wonderful place to sit and think Great Thoughts, or just sit. A little swamp creek runs out to meet it cutting an endlessly shifting course through the sand by the dock and tinting the clear waters of the Lake in wavering, claret-colored clouds. At night, from the very end of the dock the rapid white pulse of the Raspberry Island light and the slow red revolutions of the Devils Island light are both visible.