The morning we shopped with purpose and focus, the afternoon we relaxed and played on the beach, the evening we ate grilled pork chops and zucchini.
As we settled back on the beach for sunset, a motor noise came from the back of the property, increasingly closer and louder, until it was directly above the trees behind us. We watched the pontoon plane land on the lake in front of us, turn toward our direction, and ease between docks on our left to an empty space on the beach. A couple of men were waiting to turn the plane, pull it partly on the sand, and secure it. By this time the sky was almost dark, as in the first photo, so I took the second photo the next morning.
Last year we grandparents had the girls at the pool near the main resort beach when another plane landed. After the pilot moored it, he invited children nearby to climb aboard one at a time for families to take pictures while he stood on one of the pontoons. (I have mine on home computer and might remember to post later,) Girls were thrilled to imagine steering the plane that day. I'm surprised that we don't see more of these planes on a lake this size. Just one more toy added to the collection.