Anne sent the above photo and the following explanation that describes an incident during today’s beach walk.
Sub-critical flow my ass! This is the hole I left after I went in almost up to my ass, really, about 6″ above my knee. Fortunately, my other foot only went in ankle-deep and after some digging, I was able to extricate my leg. Glad I didn’t have to call Christopher Robin to come rescue me from the Heffalump trap. No I didn’t take a selfie while I was stuck!
Yesterday’s norwester had created a sandbar again, through which the outlet flow was meandering. I took this picture from the grass on the near side, then walked across the sandbar, instead of out in the lake, which might have been the better choice. (20/20 hindsight). Walking across the sandbar turned into being up to my thigh IN the sandbar. Thank goodness my other leg only went up to my ankle! I could not extract my foot and leg, so I started digging. I soon started tossing the sand into the outflow, Damn it, might as well dam it. I eventually removed enough sand and moved my arms out further and was able with a lot of effort to pull my leg loose. My calf was very sore, but walking back I was not cold on that leg, despite damp pants. Apparently all that effort warmed up my muscles.
Last night the waves were so high that I only walked down to Kevin’s rowboat, and not at all past Bill’s boat, as the waves and the grass were co-mingling past that point. Also it was C-o-o-o-o-l-d!