Since college, it’s rare that I make it up to the family lake house more than once a year. But I love it.
Love the slow pace of life; the way we completely forget the day of the week. Love food off the grill, kayaking just a paddle & life vest from the garage away, cheese fresh from the factory, sister games of croquet & badminton, drives to our favorite diner/bookshop, reading the day away on a hammock lakeside, nights on the screened-in porch, ice cream sundaes, burgers & brats. Love memories of the old (1956) house that we grew up in while enjoying the current luxuries of running water, bathrooms, showers, A/C.
Love that, much as I might love cities, here I can see the big & little dippers, bike by family farms, & know my neighbors’ names.
Lake house, you’re pretty special.