At The Lake for our annual visit. Out in the boat. Stop to take a swim. My son and his girlfriend jump in the water. She looks a little apprehensive. She's used to California, the ocean shoreline, not used to deep, dark water. Tell them "there's nothing in The Lake that can possibly hurt you." No sharks, no nothing.
That night, at Church Landing, getting ready for dinner, look out at The Lake. I point out to my son a huge, huge dog swimming along the shore right toward us. Then it begins to dawn on me, "that's not a dog, that's a bear." Sure enough, juvenile bear swims right on past us, looking for shoreline. Finds it about 100 yards past us right by Meredith Marina, goes ashore, and is gone.
Son turns to me. "So, there's nothing in The Lake that can possibly hurt you, huh."
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