Welcome to the Lodge - Johnathan

The lake was still - soft ripples on the surface betrayed the location of the occasional fish risking a peak for some floating delicacies. The loons paddled lazily about, letting out the odd haunting moan. And in the air the mosquitos were buzzing about waiting for their victims to come out to the dock to ruin their peaceful morning coffee.

Johnathan peered out of his lodge and surveyed his surroundings. He knew better than to be fooled by the stillness. Beneath the lake's serene facade lay a tension. 

All he wanted was to go out out get the spring maintenance done on his lodge. There were a couple of areas that needed patching up and he just needed a few hours of blissful, uninterrupted labour to finish it up.