Tuesday, 1 August 2006
Yawn—morning on Lake Cumberland (sometimes Cumberland Lake), having parked overnight along a secluded piece of shoreline. The mist is rising (well, has risen by this time!), and we’re wishing we all hadn’t forgotten the coffee. We shrouded the coffeemaker so it didn’t remind us, sitting silently in the corner (poetic license here!). Anyway, here’s the most modest houseboat model on the lake, our home away from home. Under the latest layer of stickers, we see its last port was Reno, Nevada. Huh?