Nice work Baz!
Two days of good weather and a need to for a mountain based therapy session coincided with a trip back up in the same old hills under 2 hours away.
My intent was to park at a combo boat launch/Crampground/trailhead pack up the yak and stay the night at a boat in only campsite a couple miles down Colonial arm on Lake Diablo. I didn't depart until about noon hoping to launch and paddle during the warmest part of the day- nope, too cold and windy for my old bones, I camped at the site closest to the boat launch.
Only one other hearty/lunatic soul was camped at the far end of the lakeside camp ground.
Even with an insulated sleeping pad (thanks REI dividend!) and a 15 degree rated down bag I was just borderline warm enough.
The thought did go through my head that maybe I'm getting too old for this...
That went away quickly as the sun popped over the ridge (pretty loud pop in fact) and I started needing to peel off layers. Below freezing over night attested by a skim of ice 6' along the shoreline and a very frosty Kayak
I launched and paddled up to my intended campsite and had lunch, the lake was like glass much of the time and the joy I get from being outside made a cold not terribly comfortable night fade away.
A few more memories etched into the bottom of my 15' Pygmy kayak, she's turning into a great $500 investment
