Relative Something

After a mildly irritating drive home, we are here, safe and sound. It was incredibly difficult to leave when the weather was so fine, but duty calls. Man, there were a lot of drivers, the majority pulling trailers of some kind, that needed to pull over on the shoulder of the freeway. It created slowdowns and backups that made it very rare to be able to travel at the posted speed limit.

The yard was in dire need of attention, so it was out of the car and right into the chores. Just as I suspected, it was a cruel dose of reality following such a magical weekend in paradise.

One special moment for me, that occurred over the weekend of seeing all the great friends with whom we share the property up there, happened when I heard from someone who found the igloo my friends, family, and I made in February. They didn’t know who had built it. The excitement they expressed in describing their wonder over what they had found was just priceless.

The weather reduced the igloo to liquid a long time ago. This year the lake is both lower and warmer than we have ever experienced in all the years we’ve been going up there. It felt like a 4th of July weekend more than Memorial weekend at the end of May.

Before we left yesterday, Julian and I walked down to the tennis court to see of we could spot the eagle in its nest and I captured a distant glance with my little pocket camera. It is one part of many things about the weekend that I am taking with me this week. It’s the least I can do to honor the precious moments we enjoyed for three days up there.