No sooner than I had hauled the boat up and put it back on the car, I heard a distant drone of an outboard. This was no ordinary drone - it indicated an engine of very small size and probable ancient manufacture - just from the sound, I knew it was a Coot coming to get me. Sure enough, Dave B showed up in his folding boat powered by a 40 year old Seagull outboard. I unloaded the boat (again) filled it with gear and a dog, and Dave towed me across the lake. It was not as dark as this picture shows, but nightfall was well on the way.