Pontoons and fishing boats hum through the channel at low throttle. Rubbery lily pads bob in the waves at the shore, sliding slyly further out into the channel. Green and red-throated humming birds flit tentatively closer and then swoop brazenly within a foot of my face, jeering me to stop them.
Between kayaking, Speed Scrabble tournaments, family movies, and Olympic-inspired cheering, we keep finding ourselves back here, near the water. Ebony pearl gnats hover on the surface on the lake, mirrored back as beads; and the cattails rustle in the wind.
I sneak away to a small cafe off an old time Main Street. Bulk candy stores, fudge shops, and green awnings look sleepily down on Sunday afternoon campers and tourists. Grabbing a twelve ounce latte, I plug in my bulky laptop, sworn to guard it with my life, and peak in to greet you, friends.
Come away with me...