Vacation truly begins when the five of us (and anyone else who’d like to join) hit the water and ride Lake Gaston almost as far as it can go. At top speeds, we fly through the air for an hour or two, with a little conversation here and there, but mostly just the sun on our faces, the wind in our hair and the glorious landscape surrounding us. After nine summers spent on these waters, we are lake rats through and through.
It never ceases to amaze me that our three kids are so content on the water just riding. They never whine about what’s next, which they do at home all the time, never beg us to entertain them. Our morning rides, on almost every day of our Lake Gaston trips, are what recharge us for what lies ahead, for the school year just days away, for the stresses of regular life.
I’m not sure why I’m repeatedly surprised that the tiny, seemingly meaningless moments are the ones that hit me so hard, make me feel so much and evoke such gratitude. There is nothing fancy, expensive or impressive in them, just life at its very, very best. While we catapult ourselves forward at super-speeds, relaxation seeps in.