For Friday, August 19, 2011
One of my favorite ways to begin the day when I am at the lake is to pull my kayak from its place on the beach and to head out for a morning trek. I don’t mind company but when no one is up to going with me, that’s perfectly okay. This morning’s trip was a solo one.
After circling my island, I paddled over to “John’s island” across the way. Again, I’m not sure why it received that moniker, and believe me, I realize that these little islands are probably given many different names by each family living at the lake. But anyhow, I paddled over to my brother’s island and took in the pretty sight of the solitary tree that lives there.
Finally, I went towards the back cove. There I saw a few vehicles on the road, heading towards town. I thought sadly of how tomorrow morning, there would be our own car traveling there, heading home with the kayak I was in at that very moment, sitting atop the car’s roof. The thought made me sigh. I did my best not to let my eyes fill with tears, but to me the saddest moments of summer come when it’s time to pack up the kayaks.
The very sight of the kayaks atop our car roof as we finish packing our things, as we say goodbye to the lake, always pains me. For following that moment comes saying goodbye to my folks and to yet another two weeks of summer spent at my favorite spot in this entire world.