It turns into a voyage

I decide to retrieve an old boat I had stashed away many months ago for such an occasion. Dragging the small wooden craft from a concealed bush, I consider myself lucky that some ruffian hadn't made off with it. Shoving off, I grab the oars, and begin rowing into the evening waters, blending in with the other distant water-goers on the lake's surface. The water is smooth and calming, although some storm clouds in the distance look foreboding.

I pass many small islands on the way out to the proper open water, and lots of sub-surface trees and plants in the shallows. A passing fisherman waves to me, which I respond to, chuckling to myself at the sudden shock on his face upon realizing who I am. A freshwater snake slithers along the water's surface towards my boat, but a threatening splash of my oar sends the cold-blooded menace cowering in another direction.