Twin Lakes Redux October 14 - 17 2018

Once again we reserved a lakefront campsite at the Army Corps of Engineers park in Pendleton, SC, for a boating/camping three day getaway.  While Bob checked and loaded boat, truck, and trailer, I packed daily essentials and fun things.  We left Sunday afternoon for a 3 o'clock check-in.  Bob pulled the trailer and I followed in my car.  I noticed the rear tires on the trailer were leaning in, which meant the axle problem had not been resolved, despite Bob's attempts to straighten it.  That was something that would need to be fixed when we got home if we are to travel to New Jersey as planned.  After the trailer was unhooked and set up, Bob returned for the boat (our house is about 20 miles from the park) while I put away our gear.  We were able to enjoy a nice campfire at night and relax a bit.

View of Lake Hartwell from  living area window in trailer

"Me, Man.  Make-um fire."

We were going to dock the boat at the shore by the campsite, but the water was too shallow, and we would have to wade out too far to get into the boat.  So, we decided to launch and re-trailer it as needed.  Our outings wouldn't be ours if there wasn't some sort of glitch.  Bob got the boat off the trailer and into the water.  I drove the  truck and trailer into a parking space.  I heard Bob call out, "I don't have the key."  He was drifting out to the lake since he couldn't start the motor.  I frantically searched for the boat key, found it and got down to the ramp while he was pulling himself closer to shore with the help of buoy lines.  I thought he was close enough for me to throw him the key, so I did.  Unfortunately, despite my baseball skills, I threw like a girl.  Luckily Bob was able to catch the key ring before it went overboard and into the lake.  Big whew!!!  After that, all went smoothly, and we had a pleasant few hours on the lake, even without being able to catch a fish. 

Wake looks pretty, doesn't it?  I could picture Carol skiing behind us.

Can't help smiling being on the water.  My t-shirt reads, "Here, fishy, fishy". Too bad fish can't read.

A spot like this is usually a good place to fish.  Usually.  Not today.

This is our campsite.  You can see it would have been difficult to moor and get into the boat here.

A few miles up from the camp is Clemson University.  This is Tiger Stadium which can be seen from the Clemson Marina area.

The heron didn't have any better luck finding fish either!

 

The next day, Bobby, Valerie, and Honey were able to join us.  Forecast was for 60% chance of rain, but the weather stayed clear until late afternoon.

Valerie agreed there is nothing much better than time on the water.

And Bobby said there's nothing much better than a day fishing, even if you don't catch any.

Back on shore, we had a picnic lunch and then played pinochle until a storm broke out.

It was like a micro burst of wind and rain.  Bob and Bobby hurried to take down the awning before it ripped apart.  Here Bob is assuring  Honey and Roscoe that all is ok.  We played one more game of cards, and then company left...champions of the day having won all three games.  The next morning, we reversed the process.  Bob drove the boat to our house while I secured things in the trailer.  When he returned, he hooked up the trailer, and I followed him back home.  All in all, it was a very nice trip.