Last Friday we went to Sacramento. Well, not really Sacramento, but in the mountains about an hour from Sacramento. We stayed with some friends who had a beautiful house right next to two lakes. It was really nice. Living in SoCal can really get to you, you forget the feeling of fall, a soft breeze and a promising smell. I took several pictures of the smaller lake. (as you can see, and this isn't even close to them all.) And there were geese- not very nice geese. They honked and hissed whenever you came close and acted like they would bite you. But in the corner of the photo there are two smaller birds with brown backs, those were like a married couple
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The bigger lake was a swimming lake, so we could wade in it. There was one part that was sandy, the rest was thick, black mud. Oh, the noises mud can make. We must of tromped through that sludge half a dozen times just to feel it squish through your toes. There were some tadpoles in the lake. Lots of tadpoles, especially in the muddy shallows. Nicholas and Lillian got feisty and through mud at each other- Nicholas filled Lillian's Crocs with mud.
'Lake' is one of my favorite words. It reminds me of fresh breezes, quiet, and relaxation. These lakes didn't disappoint. Sure, we all needed showers upon returning. But being out in nature is like getting to recharge your batteries (as long as you don't get too dirty-then it's just obnoxious). And it's fun.
Gretchen
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