This year I took the water out in two steps. A week ago I took the intake nozzle out of the lake. I wade into the water out to the nozzle flotation wood cross. Anchored by a concrete block, I lift the brick up from the muck and carry everything to the dock. The water is so low I am only briefly up to my waist. Quickly I return to thigh, knee and calf depth.
Today I drained all interior faucets and lines. That still involves crawling under the camp in two locations. Head room is okay yet. Yet meaning I will reach an age where someone younger should do the work.
