After a night of catching up with family, and sleeping soundly to only the whisper of wind in the trees, we awoke on Saturday to sunshine in the window and birds chirping outside. Saturday was the designated “boat day”. My parents boat is, in some sense, our summer cabin. We dock it on Burntside Lake, a crystal clear, spring-fed gem with depths up to 150′. It’s my favorite lake in the world, which is strange considering I’ve lived on several other lakes, but never on Burntside, unless you count days and nights spent on the boat. I guess I love it so much because I’ve made so many great memories there, and to me, it’s a place that holds that last glimmer of my childhood. Each summer, I anticipate these days on the lake–endlessly warm and sunny, anchored in a bay, snacking, sunbathing and splashing around to our hearts content.
On Saturday morning, My mom and I hit up some garage sales, grabbed a quick breakfast at The Moose, and then packed swimsuits, towels and suncreen. We headed for the lake, and met up with my dad and nephew, along with my in-laws. For hours, we snorkeled, lounged, ate, cannon-balled, and chatted, our two boats tied together and anchored in our favorite bay. It was really one of those golden summer days, the type I think about and dream about and wish for. Really, the type I had in mind when I was writing the bucket list earlier this year. As the day ended, it was a warm breeze that blew on our faces on the way back to the dock. My skin was a little bit browner, my hair full of curls, my body a little tired from swimming, and my soul at rest and completely content. Another activity off the list, and a perfect summer day lingering in my memory for many months to come.
do a cannon-ball off the boat, or ten