Welcome to the Lake

I have visited this cabin almost every week since I was born, and yet it wasn't until two weeks ago that I went for a walk around it.

I decided that my dog was much too hyper and needed to get rid of some energy, so I started walking with him down the old road. Usually I only go 1/4 mile, but for some reason, I just kept going.

It was beautiful.

The trees were all green, with the exception of the few bright red, orange and purple ones that stood out in the shining sun. The breeze gently blew the few leaves on the ground, swirling like dancers in a ballet.

I was in awe with all of the cabins, small, big, old, new, with their funny mailboxes (one in the shape of a fish) and garages with birds painted on them. I even walked to the old cemetery and looked at the old headstones, with relatives of Laura Ingalls Wilder laid to rest there. I looked through the rows of the old, dead cornstalks and watched a deer walk around unafraid, completely safe until one more month when hunting season starts. My dog sniffed around the dying wildflowers, crunching them down with his paws. After this lovely walk, I went down to the beach and walked in the water, ice cold, yet surprisingly relaxing. Sometimes, the things you think you know will surprise you. Appreciate the beauty.