Morning dawned bright, and a strong wind whipped across the lake, churning the water into choppy peaks. Sunlight glittered off the whitecaps, dazzling but deceptive—the wind carried a bite despite the warmth. Richard emerged from the tent first. "Pack up sharp!" he called, his voice snatched by the gusts. "Three hours of paddling into this headwind won't be a picnic!" He started wrestling with the damp tent fabric. Kathy...