Cat Lake

It was gorgeous on Sunday and had the makings for a lazy lake day so after a couple of stops in Squamish to buy a cooler, bbq and drugs for the cripple (steve), Devon, James, Steve and I headed out to go laking at Alice Lake.
Unfortunately, Alice Lake was full and we were forced to venture a bit further up the highway. We parked the car, sprinted across the highway, cooler in tow, and started hiking up the road towards where we thought Cat Lake would be.
A couple minutes in we wondered if a) a lake existed along this road (several people passed us with snowmobiles in tow???) and b) how far away it was. Luckily, at the same time that we found out a) the lake existed but was b) 1.8 km away, a sweet old truck (unsure of the age or type ... boys?) let us hop into the back for the ride.
Once we found a small 'beach' (read: steep, grassy-dirt hill) to lay our stuff, we quickly set about opening our beers and enjoying some of the finer lake activities - lazing, drinking, swimming, log fighting, reading, bbqing and lying in the sun. A great 'first' summer day for this Vancouverite.
I was surprised, though, to find that this small lake (for you Northern types read: pond) participated in a new lake activity - howling. Yes at random times during the afternoon someone across the lake would start a howl, which everyone else would join in on until we sounded like a pack of wolves claiming our territory.
Oh well, you know the saying, when in Cat Lake...