We could not have had a more glorious day to begin this paddle.
The glassy lake reflects red and gold foliage as I type (Jay is paddling our double kayak now and asked for that to be noted).
The Alps are clear to the right (south), including the peaks behind St. Gingolph, where this journey began.
The shoreline has been a stream of chateaux and private homes that are the modern equivalent of the glorious homes of old. We pulled off for a quick tour of Coppet, where tight stone buildings reminded me of Provence.
The sun through the church's stained glass left colorful apparitions on the white interior walls.
Now we're pulling into Nyon for an early night. I'm worried about the bad weather scheduled to arrive tomorrow, but this town sounds too charming not to visit.
We'll just have to get an early start in the morning.