It seems we spend a lot of the year waiting for weekends like this. They seem so few when we are shovelling snow, scraping ice, stoking the fire, enduring -20, walking ON the lake, being chased by blackflies, slapping on insect repellant and pulling on the bug shirts... and then, alas, summer arrives. We count out the number of weekends we have to enjoy, and they seem so few. But after days and weekends like these, it is worth the wait. It is special to share this with Summer and for her to experience the wonder of growing up on a lake. For when we are running here and there, to home, to work, to home to work, weekends like these, time seems to stand still.
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