I decided with three months to go that I NEEDED to go paddling one last time while my life vest still fit... and I could still wiggle myself into the kayak. So Steve and I headed out to Lone Rone for one last hurrah (although.. knowing me, if there's ANY chance we can go again, I'm there). It was hot out, at least 90 degrees. The water temp was surprisingly mild for April and we paddled out to our favorite secret island and ate some lunch, relaxed a bit and then returned to shore. I was tired. I definitely whined more than usual :-) but what do you expect? I was paddling for two!!