A long, steamy drive from DC to Kripalu Center in the Berkshire Mountains left me pretty wrung out. But there was just enough light to inflate my paddle board and head out to the middle of the lake.


Kripalu lake

All alone.  Finally.


Except for one horsefly.

I learned a new dance.

I call it the  try-to-smack-the-horsefly-while -standing-on-a-board-in-the-middle-of-40-acres-of-water shuffle.