Lac Retaud

Backtracking slightly to the day before our climb to see the sunrise....

The day before was a complete contrast in terms of strenuous activities, scary night cow encounters and sore legs. The day before was a relaxing, sun soaking, peaceful day at Lac Retaud (pronounced "Reto" for those of you who didn't get an A in high school french, lol). Of course my husband took the opportunity to joke about it being his lake, and how he didn't tell me about all the millions he's got so i didn't marry him for his money. I roll my eyes here and go "aaaaaaanyways!".

Lac Retaud is not too far from our place but already in the french part. It is a very small lake but also very pretty. The water looks green but is quite clear (and quite cold as are all the mountain lakes) and swarmed with fish and other lake life such as ducks. Despite the cold water, there were people swimming in the lake, not long, just a couple of minutes, but still, enough to cool off from the scorching heat. The ducks, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind, they were in the whole time and enjoying themselves diving and playing in the water. Other people were fishing, and others still had some remote controlled little mini sailing boats and were racing them on the lake. That was neat. The rest of the visitors were sprawled out on the grass by the lake, relaxing and soaking up some sun. We were part of that latter group although i wouldn't have minded getting wet if we had our bathing suits. I'm getting old, folks, my mind is failing me.

We had lunch at the little restaurant but there was no fish on the menu which left me quite disappointed, since the fish were so abundant in the lake, you could put your hand in and catch one. Reto really wanted to do some fishing there. He's taken to fishing now since our visit to Canada last summer and my parents trailer where he did a lot of fishing with my dad and really enjoyed it. He'll get his chance in two weeks time. We're going on a fishing weekend with this couple, friends of ours, who are big fishermen, or fisherpeople to be politically correct, and go all the time including during the winter when they do ice fishing. I better not forget my bathing suit this time, and hope the weather doesn't let me down.

Once again, pictures are at www.lanas-stuff.spaces.live.com ( the ones who are on Facebook, you'll see the pics there)