The geese didn't show up yet, but the sun did, and brought a steady gentle wind that dappled up the blue water in sparkling perfect patterns for miles of Adirondack lakes with a billion bright leaves turning in the spectator mountains that listened to all our echoes and watched every veil of clinging water stream from our floats. I flew a Supercub, a Luscombe, a J-4, and a C-150. We clawed out of the water a little clumsily like geese, but then on the step we were fabulous speedboats, that could leap up like dolphins only dream. We had a lot of laughs, and we built a bridge do a secret island on the Hudson river. Now after the Perfect Weekend it's time to get back to work on some airplane projects needing my attention: Another C-150, a Staggerwing (not mine) and a Citabria. Life is brilliant.