No one was handy to take my picture, and I suppose that is a good thing. The internet is spared an image of me dripping an algae/water ooze while festooned with water weeds.
The lake rose so far that the dock was underwater and unusable. Since my native modestly rejects being called pierless, I put on swim pants and flipper slippers and armed myself with two big wrenches to handle the hardware attaching deck to posts.
Six of the posts were in water not more than navel deep. The other two were in water to my neck. There's a certain leverage challenge in loosening rusty bolts at that level of bouyancy, but at least I'm in practice if NASA ever requires my assistance in a maintenance space walk on the ISS.
Y'all can come fishin' up here now, y'hear?
Next challenge: See if the new plug will make the Stihl run. EDIT: Beautifully.