Josh H. and I, after church and after lunch Sunday, loaded the E68 and 450S and drove out first to Ovoca Lake to see if that would be at all interesting to paddle (it was not, it is a largish pond of probably no more than 10 acres covered in sludgy-looking lily plants). We drove on, then, to Normandy Lake and put in at Barton Springs boat ramp. Crowded parking lot filled with trucks that’d trailered in pontoon-boat party barges, jet-skiis, run-down bass boats, and every variety of lesser motorized waterborne conveyance. The drivers and passengers of these small craft seemed a little boozed-up and under-dressed for the occasion. Because we got to the water fairly late in the afternoon, we didn’t spend long on the water – paddled out to the bridge, then crossed to Negro Hill and around to the other side of the public camping area there, and then back. Way better than no time on the water. I tried out round-tipped canoe paddle with the Pionier, and it worked pretty well. It was easy to stash in the cockpit and may reasonably be expected to serve in the event of some emergency.