There’s this enormous lake up in the mountains that sparkles in the brightest sapphire grey. It’s as deep as a mountain is tall, and as big around as 3 marathongs. It’s also much closer than most of the places that we go on our weekend adventures, so every year we go up there exactly once, and every year we remember why we promise each other to never go back. You’ll see why by the end of this story…
moose-skeeters. Every time we stopped to save our views of the mountains and lakes forever by having them pose behind me in pictures, the moose-skeeters buzzed at us like valkyries and neither of us could sit still long enough to take a picture.
when I climbed to the top of the pyramid-shaped mountain that we were looking up at this morning. From way up in the sky the lake looked like it wasn’t deep at all, and that a brave dog could walk all the way across if he didn’t mind getting his socks wet. But now that we were at the edge of it, I could look into the calm grey water and see that it was very, very deep, and that the tiny islands that barely poked their noses out of the surface were actually very tall rocks standing up from a bottom so deep that I couldn’t see it under all that glowing grey water.
Oscar the Pooch