Summer at the lake

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Puffs of fog hover over the cove in the quiet of the morning.

Poem by Bob Swenson

It’s another quiet morning
Fog tiptoes over the water
The surface is a mirror.
Inverted hillsides, clear as day.

The coffee’s ready
There’s half & half and sugar.
The toaster warms the bread
There’s jam in the fridge.

Peggy Swenson paddleboarding on Lake Cavanaugh, with Whitehorse Mountain and Three Fingers in the background.
Boat driver

We discuss the plans for the day
And wade through the headlines.
The world’s a mess.
What time is the game?

I think I’ll take the boat out
Or maybe the paddle board.
We’ll play cornhole after lunch.

The days are long.
It stay light till 9.
The water’s warm even where it’s deep. 
There’s nothing better than summer at the lake.

A leisurely, evening cruise around the lake.
Peggy throws a bag in the Apple Cup of cornhole, pitting the Swensons (with UW bags) against the Lunds (with WSU bags), complete with Cougar and Husky sound effects. The Swensons cleaned our clocks. But since they were playing with UW bags, I felt like we all won.
Longtime friends pose for a photo as our three-day stint at our lake cabin comes to a close.

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