A couple weekends ago we went to Tennessee. The whole way there Mom and Dad kept going on and on and on about how I was going to get to ride in a boat. When we first got on the boat, I didn’t see what the big deal was.
But then Zoey seemed to be enjoying herself, so I thought, Hey! This might be fun!
Not fun. Not at all fun. Apparently when you’re little and you ride on a boat you have to wear a horrible, hot, hideous life jacket. I hated it.
Turns out it fit much better when I stood up. And it did match my outfit.
I eventually calmed down (Jenna’s lap helped) and admired the lake.
Maybe it was the gentle rocking, maybe it was the fact that I was up from 1am to 5am the night before (Mom and Dad loved that) or maybe it was Jenna’s calming touch (she was able to get me to sleep on our ski trip, too) but I eventually fell asleep.
Mom and Dad really loved this (and I’m not being sarcastic this time).
“A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.” —Henry David Thoreau
