Last week we slipped away for a few days to visit Ross Lake. Nestled in the heart of the Cascades, the lake is surrounded by mountain peaks on all sides, including Desolation Peak where Jack Kerouac sat fire lookout years ago and penned Desolation Angels. My boat is pointing directly at Desolation in the photo above.
Lake paddling feels so different than the paddling we do here at home on the sea. Mornings tend to be still with the surface of the water reflecting clouds like a sheet of glass. Paddling through it feels surreal, like you're gliding through the sky. You pass other boaters, lots of folks in canoes, groups of boys with their gear piled high, quick to pull out their fishing poles and cast out a line at any stop along the way.
The campsites situated along the lake are equipped with sturdy metal bear bins to stow away your food and belongings. Picnic tables are well worn and carved with the names and initials of other campers from years past.
Each afternoon the wind tended to pick up, making it a good time to go ashore and relax at the campsite. The warm water invited lots of swimming; little fish curiously nibbling at our toes. Naps were taken, books read, and plenty of time was spent just observing - the clouds, the water - thinking about nothing and everything, and enjoying a respite from everyday distractions.
I even finished knitting a hat I'd been working on.
p.s. Summertime distractions have caused me to be a bit negligent in my shopkeeping. I'll have some new items in the shop next week!