These are the moments we remember: simple, sweet, full of laughter.
Monday night, sitting on our porch, Jason and I sighed over how soon summer will leave us. So much we wanted to do yet somehow didn't, among the busy or the complicated or the plans that didn't work out. Sigh.
But then--what if--instead of sighing,
we got moving instead?
What if we went adventuring?
What if simple + sweet
were exactly what we needed?
Bag packed with peanut butter sandwiches (simple. Sweet), books, and bug spray (not so sweet but ohsoneeded), we tossed blankets, camp chairs, and ourselves into the car.
And away we went.
I didn't really know where the lake was--apparently not down the first winding, gravelled, buffaloed road we took (yes, buffalo, just suddenly there). But that was okay. We backtracked, laughed, only slightly grumbled. Adventuring means a little risk. And a full tank of gas. (Lesson. Learned.)
But then--just across the highway, down a different rough road--there was our sign, our familiar name. Mirror Lake. Yes. We pulled in, breathed deeply, discovered our own private dock above waters so clear and clean you could drink them (but probably shouldn't).
Camp chairs. Blankets. Peanut butter sandwiches. And us. (A few fishermen at first, in a small inflatable boat with faithful dog-in-a-life-vest, but we outlasted them. And then--just us.)
We watched nighthawks swooping over the surface; turtles swimming beneath. The moon rose like a fairy tale, glimmering across still waters. Stars appeared one by one.
Simple. Sweet. We will remember this.
May you, too, find your own adventure--