It was a beautiful day to be on the lake. The sky was perfectly cloudless, and the wind was just enough to be cooling, without raising any real chop. Dale paddled the canoe easily, knifing it through the waves towards North Fox. Lyra was standing just behind the bow thwart, and it would have been nice if she'd been paddling, too, but of course she couldn't because she was a pony and ponies can't hold paddles.