One lake. Two lake. Blue lake. Green lake. I do like lakes, Sam I am. Lakes, lakes Lakes everywhere. We’ve spent the last few days driving to different lake places in search of no crowds and calm vibes.
On our first day, we went to Green Lake and did a short walk to a secluded fishing spot. David caught a fish & released it back to the water 😵 All while I was reading along the lake shore & admiring the pretty colored dragonfly.
This is our second day with absolutely no plans except to find a body of water and relax next to it. So we drove up to Pemberton & are now lounging at One Mile Lake. It’s a lot quieter than Whistler, and perhaps most importantly, there is no paid parking anywhere. A Canadian miracle.
There is, however, the potential for something called “duck itch.”
Now, here I was thinking Canadian men had simply adopted the more polite term “duck itch” instead of “jock itch.” Though, to be fair, if your mind is gestures toward the floor there with mine, “fish itch” probably makes more anatomical sense.
Meanwhile, their wives had just gotten off a dusty mountain bike trail and hopped directly into the lake, so I eventually gathered that we were discussing an actual cautionary side of nature and not Canadian euphemisms for questionable hygiene.
Anyway, let me assure you that One Mile Lake is safe to swim in per ChatGPT—and, because you know me, I also cross-referenced this information with the friendly Canadian mountain bikers who assured us, “You don’t have to worry about duck itch.”
Followed immediately by:
“Ooh, what book are you reading?”
And that is exactly the level of risk assessment I’m looking for on vacation.
There She Goes... 