The Lake

Rainy day-painting rocks

We have learned to respect the lake.

The lake and it's temperament dictates our activities and daily agenda. 

Our first week began with White caps, and ended smooth as glass.  Our second week, the opposite. 

When the storm hits the beach, it completely changes the landscape. 

One of my favortite memories of the week, other than when Tía Lisa came up to visit of course, was the beach after the morning of torrential downpour. 

The heavy rains formed a canel between the house and the lake.  Dyleva grabbed their rafts, and journeyed down the lazy river. 
Until they reached the end when the crazy waves sucked them back into the lake.  They had so much fun.  The waves were ridiculously strong.  Standing ankle-deep, they came crashing in and almost knocked us over. 

The storm also washes up all kinds of treasure onto the beach (but no missing chancle- I checked).

Our second week seemed more free, and more relaxing.  We embraced every last minute of summer.

Dancing at Mickey Rats