The canoe was loaded heavier than it's ever been, as we trekked across the lake at 7:30 pm Friday for the weekend. Union Reservoir, 30 minutes east of Arnold on Highway 4.
Daytime temps were in the 80's. Nighttime probably 40's. We were up at 8000 ft. The view of the stars were unimpeded by clouds. They were so close that the Milky Way was within eyeshot.
Wind speeds were not as severe as the reservoir is known for. We were cheating with a trolling motor on the back of our canoe, so we didn't have to paddle it all by ourselves.
I had smores with pink marshmallows for the first time. For the record, pink marshmallows DO taste like Strawberry Quik.
It was weird being back at Union with such vivid memories of time spent there with my own family. But the company kept my mind off things; until The Shins played all the way home. Then there was no escaping it.
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Isn't it weird how art (music, movies, paintings....all media) can really bring you back to various times in your life? Like you're instantly transported. Sometimes it's great, sometimes gut wrenching.
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