When my daughter asked if I’d like to babysit while she attended a concert this past Friday night – and again Saturday while she was working – I had to think long and hard over the decision. You know, weigh the options…
Spend the weekend shut up in my office doing important authorly-type stuff like writing, thinking about writing, planning to write but spending time on social media instead, reading, thinking about organizing the room and my desk again, doing some housework, sweeping the ceiling for cobwebs, and wondering if maybe I should draft a schedule to remind me that I’m supposed to be writing … or spending some one-on-one time with my four month old granddaughter, it was a tough choice.
Yeah, right. You know I jumped on that opportunity like a pack of wild dogs on a box of ribeye steaks that fell off the meat truck. Even though I’d just been there three days before, I had zero problem making the two hour drive again.
Not only did Aria and I have a lot of fun – except the two hours Saturday when it seems her second tooth that week came in (or out, actually) – but I got to see the lake two days in a row. And so I thought I’d share with you why I love that part of the state so much.
First thing Saturday morning, this is what we awoke to….
Later that day, near sunset, we drove to the beach to see the water. It was really windy and the waves were a sight to behold. I wish the picture could show you what we saw, but the camera on my cell phone leaves a lot to be desired.
We went to the lake again on Sunday, in the late afternoon this time, and we stopped at a small scenic – I guess you’d call it a parking lot with a deck meant to keep people away from the steep drop off. The last three photos were taken there.