Saturday started with Brooke (my daughter) and Patrick (my grandson - son of my son) building sandcastles. Later, as Brooke and I took to the water with SUPs, Patrick had fund smashing the fortress - he's 2.
He likes building and breaking!
This is an evening at Lahontan.
It's in the middle of a desert, water left over from and ice age ocean that covered Northwestern Nevada.
For many, it's charm is an acquired taste. It's sandy, dirty, hot.
Get past that - camp in the trees, nap in the heat of the afternoon,
put your volleyball net in the water.
Swim, SUP, kayak - it's a lake made for water play.
It actually wasn't until the first evening that it all came rushing back. Why I love Lahontan.
My creative energy returns. The dry, sandy, mountains glow in the sunset.
Clouds become a Monet painting.
My mind soaks in the space - forgets all the negative.
I breathe deeply - I feel like writing again. I feel like I can write again.
I'm not sad for who is not there.
I'm happy that I still have a family I love to be with.
More to come tomorrow - our Burning Guy fun. Stay tuned.