On Mondays we go to the lake. Well, every other Monday. And once I think we went on a Saturday. Regardless of what day it is, we love Lake Day. Steph throws her kayak on top of the car, we pack some snacks, and head up the canyon where the water is clear, the sky is blue and the mountains are green green green. We take turns in the boat, Steph the ever-patient teacher, reminding us to use our hips to steer. We drive the opposite way down the canyon, the quiet way, where houses dot the roadside, instead of barriers and speeding cars. It may take longer, but we can roll down the windows and feel the mountain air as it mingles with the air down in the valley. It's our own endless summer, I suppose.
Monday, July 6, 2009
endless summer
On Mondays we go to the lake. Well, every other Monday. And once I think we went on a Saturday. Regardless of what day it is, we love Lake Day. Steph throws her kayak on top of the car, we pack some snacks, and head up the canyon where the water is clear, the sky is blue and the mountains are green green green. We take turns in the boat, Steph the ever-patient teacher, reminding us to use our hips to steer. We drive the opposite way down the canyon, the quiet way, where houses dot the roadside, instead of barriers and speeding cars. It may take longer, but we can roll down the windows and feel the mountain air as it mingles with the air down in the valley. It's our own endless summer, I suppose.
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