I decided to walk down to the beach and enjoy a little lake therapy. I got my little cart and cooler and chair and trundled myself down there. It was tranquil, almost languid. The perfect day in a nutshell and no pop-up thunderstorms in sight. At one point I noticed there was a crew cab, older white truck making the rounds around the campground. A lap or two is normal. Three or four is... less normal.