Mike
and Sarah from nearby Coventry, spending a week's vacation in their
pop-up camper just before Labor Day, are camped several sites away
from us. They also have their dogs, a seven year old Bichon Frise named
Daisy and a younger Schnoodle named Chewy, which they tow behind
their bicycles in a baby trailer as they pedal around the campground.
They also are avid fishermen, using their canoe to fish in
the cove not far from the boat ramp in the early morning and again as
the pastel evening shadows fall across the tranquil lake.
The
power boats that run up and down the lake during the day are all put
away and the cove is absolutely quiet as we watch Mike and Sarah from
shore early in the evening. The surface of the cove is impervious to
the restless shifting of the still settling lake, having already
flattened like a mirror as Mike paddles their green canoe back toward
the floating dock. Sarah rides with her legs propped up on the bow,
enjoying the serenity of the late, salmon-colored summer evening. A
slight chill begins to fall as the sun disappears behind the low
hills to the west. The almost full moon has already slipped
unobtrusively into position above the horizon on the other side of
the lake with the promise of a beautiful full moon to follow
tomorrow. It just doesn't get any better than this.
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