Two days ago, we woke up to a fairly sunny morning on the lake. A few of our friends had to leave in the morning, so I went down for one last chilly swim with them before the whole gang was awake. After they left, the rest of us headed down to the dock to stick it to the weather and enjoy the lake, even though it was maybe 75 degrees out.
We took the boat out for a choppy ride, stopped at the little store in the marina for beers and then hung out back at the dock, hopping in and out of the water, shouting out crossword clues and telling dirty jokes. While we were on the lake, Lean On Me came on the radio and we all sang our hearts out in the sun and everything felt like an advertisement for summer for a minute.
We cleaned ourselves up and put on real clothes (I’ve been wearing some combination of swimsuits and pajamas or sun dresses all week) and went into town for dinner and then came back to the cabin and crashed early. Despite the cool weather, our time in the sun had us all exhausted.
The next morning two more friends left, and the parents had chores to do in town, so me and Toph and Charlie hung out. We walked down to the rocky beach and I skipped my first successful stone ever on the lake. We did that for a while and then came back to our dock to swim. The weather had warmed up a bit, and Charlie took me on a swim/hike down to a hidden cave on the shore. She said when she was little they found an old rusty spring bed in there. I was creeped out, but agreed to check it out. We swam a ways and then climbed and crawled through the forest, scraping ourselves on sticks and trying to avoid poison oak in only our swimsuits. We didn’t find a bed in the cave, but someone had hung a hammock outside it near a recently used fire pit. Posted signs outside the cave meant the Forest Service had obviously come through and cleaned it out. They said: Danger. Keep Out. Low Oxygen Hazard. Potential Explosives. After seeing that, I was ready to get back to our dock.
We spent the rest of the evening cooking and then played Catch Phrase, which is always hilarious with a mother who’s a non-native English speaker and a bunch of drunk folks. We had a blast. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.
It’s just our two families now — all our friends had to head back to the real world — but the little cabin is still maxed out on sleeping space, so I grabbed a spot in the camper. It’s tiny and cosy in there, and just as I laid down, the storm we were expecting started up. I fell asleep to the sound of rain on the roof and thunder in the distance, with lightening flashing all over the sky.