Rebecca and Nathaniel came over from San Bernardino yesterday in belated celebration of Jerry’s birthday, and we had planned on taking the Dreamcatcher and go across the lake to the California side for dinner. We had not planned on the boat being full because of Spring Break, but when we stepped in line, we saw it stretched back a long ways. At the final gate, after which you pass through and board the boat, the man with the clicker, said, “Sorry, folks, that’s all she holds. The boat leaves again in an hour.”
Nathaniel was devastated, for, all day he had anticipated this trip, Rebecca told us. We didn’t want to stand in line for an hour, so Jerry made the decision we would eat somewhere in Lake Havasu, and after church on Sunday before Rebecca had to go home, we would take the boat over for lunch.
Nathaniel was terribly upset. We headed to the car, and just at that moment, fierce winds began blowing, and when I looked back to the lake, I saw the Dreamcatcher just hanging around the dock. The wind blew for hours, and I suspect that 6:00 o’clock boat did not actually cross the lake, nor did they run the 7:00.
We drove around the island, watched the trees whip, and I snapped some beautiful pictures.
Lake Havasu is strange. Despite dark, threatening clouds, and fierce blowing winds, it didn’t rain a drop.