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Wet

The air this first week of December is an ocean of suspended wet. Not rain, just… wet. We swipe at boat seats one last time with a not-quite-dry towel and cover them with an almost dry blanket, admonishing “Sit! Quick! Before the seat gets wet again!” Swaddled in blankets, we cruise out into the soft gray air layering up against the great Blue Wall. Not a great time to be on Lake Jocassee, according to a few, and the best time ever to be here, according to the majority. On this day, Bonaparte’s gulls are flying lovely gyrations over this calm, smooth surface. A dozen horned grebes water-dance their way across a cove ahead of their silvery wake. An adult bald eagle drags her fish-dinner towards shore. And loons—the stars of this show—nonchalantly glide around with their big foot-paddles, hooting (but not hollering) a soft welcome to the nature-loving observers, who return from this moist day with runny noses and big smiles. ~K