Three days later much had changed. Just occasional waves reached the bike path nearest the bandstand. They looked thin, doomed.
The bandstand could've played through it all. I attended a love-in there in about 1969, played concerts with the Lions Band. Trombone. When horns were required by progressive rockers, the time of Lighthouse and Chicago and Blood Sweat and Tears, I covered the 'bone chart for Kharma, a band that lasted not much longer than three or four gigs around Regina, the last at the bandstand on a Saturday afternoon.
For the lake to achieve even that much overflow today the lake needs wind. Those two have been at it for a hundred and thirty-some years.
I heard the fireworks on Canada Day, saw people walking there with blankets.
It's a day bracing and fair.