Caryn Sullivan wrote this blog post last week nestled in her lodge room.
The Dancing Lake. June 14, 2012
Yesterday began early. It was sunny and the air was crisp; almost like fall, instead of the end of spring. The sunlight beckoned me, reaching into my cozy room above the lodge.
Boot Lake danced as the sun’s tendrils struck it. It was if thousands of Fourth of July sparklers were bouncing off the water.
The birds greeted the day with their chatter. Occasionally, a loon announced its presence with its mournful song.
As the day wore on sounds of Half Moon Trail guests enjoying the outdoors filled the resort. From the carpet ball game across the way, there were shouts and cheers.
Children splashed in the water, parents calling out to them.
During the night the sound of raindrops penetrated my consciousness as I slept.
Not surprisingly, I awoke hours later than yesterday. There was no sun peeking through the blinds to raise me from my slumber. Instead there are raindrops cascading down my window. The lake is flowing, not dancing.
Forecasters predict strong storms, so it will be an inside play day at Half Moon Trail.
Vacation memories can take many forms. We can relax with a book or engage in indoor competitions with checkers or board games. That’s good for the mind and good for the soul.
The weather hasn’t fazed the birds, though. There is a reason we refer to “early birds.” They greeted the day right on schedule, along with the loons.