The lake on a summer night...perfect weather, warm but not hot and breezy. It was so nice I walked around it 2 times with a friend for almost 2 hours.
I grew up going to a lake for a few blissful summer weeks in my life. My dad's aunt had a place that we visited a few or more summers. A place where you just lost yourself in nature: fishing, swimming, boating, skiing, swinging in the hammock, even trying to spend the night in a boat...those were some of my best young memories.
I still love the smell of lake mixed with the boat fuel. Adored the excitement of skiing with my cousins, the wind whipping in my hair, jumping the wake. I got brave enough to jump from the high dock...like a high dive across the cove. We swam across and felt the cold, icy water when we jumped in and went deep. Still remember the time I got caught in the ski rope and pulled toward the boat propeller underwater. And the time we were out far in the lake and I looked down between my skies and saw this ginormous fish below. Go go go...get me out of here. Wish I could go back and visit the place again, but it has been sold.
