With a couple pulleys, a long rope, a truck and some yelling up and down the hill (“Go!” now “Slow!” now “Stop!”), we disassembled the sections of the dock, floated them over to the beach, and pulled them up onto the sand where the action of melting ice in the spring is unlikely to coax them out into the lake.
All that’s left is the platform that looks out onto the water where the dock used to be.
Winter’s snow is just around the corner, though as for that, the mid-90s of Central Texas make that hard to imagine.