Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing! *
I wake up, wondering if that could be a bird noise. It’s dark.Malkolm calls from his tent, “Is that a nighthawk?” I listen to the nighthawk’s melodious, metallic call, and enjoy the breeze coming through the tent netting.
Next thing I know, Ken is poking me and the sun is peeping over the hill. Our tent is separated from Williams Lake by a strip of trees, and it is a birdy place. I listen to the songs and wonder who’s singing. A squirrel chatters. Oops! The squirrel just flew. I guess it’s was a kingfisher.
We rise early, and drink cold coffee & cocoa that we made last night. Breakfast is a Granny Smith Apple Pie, split 3 ways. We are on the road by 7:00. In the cool of the morning, I feel positive at the bottom of an uphill. Not so, a few hours later. The sun beats on us fiercely and the blacktop radiates up extra heat from below. Hot sweat stings my eyes. Red-faced, we stagger into a rest area. There’s a lake! We walk straight in.
Aaaaahhhhhhhh! What a change.
Is it worth overheating , just for the joy of cooling back down?
We have had a few hot days. Well, we thing they are hot, but we’re northerners. I wonder how we will manage in Florida next June?
*Malkolm and Ken want me to report that they object to my version of nighthawks voice.
I wake up, wondering if that could be a bird noise. It’s dark.Malkolm calls from his tent, “Is that a nighthawk?” I listen to the nighthawk’s melodious, metallic call, and enjoy the breeze coming through the tent netting.
Next thing I know, Ken is poking me and the sun is peeping over the hill. Our tent is separated from Williams Lake by a strip of trees, and it is a birdy place. I listen to the songs and wonder who’s singing. A squirrel chatters. Oops! The squirrel just flew. I guess it’s was a kingfisher.
We rise early, and drink cold coffee & cocoa that we made last night. Breakfast is a Granny Smith Apple Pie, split 3 ways. We are on the road by 7:00. In the cool of the morning, I feel positive at the bottom of an uphill. Not so, a few hours later. The sun beats on us fiercely and the blacktop radiates up extra heat from below. Hot sweat stings my eyes. Red-faced, we stagger into a rest area. There’s a lake! We walk straight in.
Aaaaahhhhhhhh! What a change.
Is it worth overheating , just for the joy of cooling back down?
We have had a few hot days. Well, we thing they are hot, but we’re northerners. I wonder how we will manage in Florida next June?
*Malkolm and Ken want me to report that they object to my version of nighthawks voice.
3 comments:
Hi Wendy, Ken and Malkolm,
Thre was a discussion about Malkolm on CBC SLC this week - I think you should contact them and do a weekly/bi-weekly update.
I wish it were warm here.
xom
Sam, Bea and I also went swimming recently but Long Lake wasn't as warm as I imagine your lake was. It was actually hot here over the weekend but today it rained and neither Bea nor Alice ventured out until it stopped.
I hope we will see you three on the highway. We leave on Wednesday for the Okanagan, sadly burning fossil fuels on route.
love Polly
Hello,
The picture of you dip in the lake looks refreshing.
Coindidentally Mary and I took a plunge into Sasamat Lake on July 16th as well. She for the joy of swimming and me also for the joy of swimming but also training for a triathlon. Not as ambitious as a year long trek but pretty challenging for me.
I live an adventurous life through your blog. Thanks for keepin us posted.
Be well, safe and have a good night's sleep.
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