The Wake Monster did come with a trailer, and the Stolfus kids spent the summer launching the boat over on Big Green Lake, which is big, and thus a better venue for wake sports anyway. The rest of us experienced a no-wake summer. At first, this was a major annoyance, especially for the owners of rental cottages who had to explain the situation to now-disappointed guests used to zooming about the lake. The rest of us adjusted. When I was a kid, my grandfather used oars to lap the lake every evening, tempting the bass with a pair of Rapala lures trailing a 10-foot Sears rowboat. That’s how small the lake is. Which makes it a great venue for a stand-up paddleboard, and that’s the purchase many of us made. I fished from a paddleboard. I watched giant turtles swim in the shallow bay, and big snapper we’d never noticed before because we were too fast and too noisy. My good friend Chuck Larson even managed to navigate the lake on my paddleboard with a medium-size dog and a cooler of beer. The entire lake seemed to throttle back, literally and figuratively. Instead of the constant background noise of kids squealing in a tube or the wha-wha-wha of Dick Johnson’s old two-stroke Jet Ski, we could hear the birds chirp and the breeze sighing in the white pines. Old-timers with a 20 hp pontoon once again led the sunset cruise parade.