Today Tom, Cassie, Caroline, Sam, and I spent several hours here:
Fed by melted snow, this lake is C O L D, but when one boldly jumps in, vigorously flails limbs, and shouts, "Melted snow! Melted snow! Melted snow!!" one gets used to it pretty quickly.
We were happy to find ripe huckleberries. Not many. Most of the little gems were either picked already or unripe. But persistence pays off. We'll have huckleberry muffins tonight!
Synchronized swimming is easy when performed singly.
This mountain lake is my favorite place in the whole world! As I floated and splashed, played and contemplated I realized that I was smiling. Smiling contentedly.
Repeatedly throwing water high above my head to watch it separate into a million sun-infused jewels, kicking my feet hard to see the clear water turn white and then catch the sun again, diving underneath the surface, pulling hard with my arms to glide through the lake I feel as though this water and I are one. For just a moment...or two.
As Cassie said, "I'd love to live here! I'd love it!"
While we can't live there, we can visit again and again, the way we visit good friends. Eagerly. Joyfully. And always wanting more.
(Check out my latest culinary experiment here.)