weeeeeeeeeeeeee

the four of us took a day off and went sailing. on a canoe made special-a trimaran. made the drive to gold lake and though i was a bit apprehensive about being on a wee boat on a wee lake- it was pure heaven. there is nothing like sailing the ocean and i have too many good memories to ever forget my time on the san diego bay but i’ve come to the conclusion that sailing-whatever and wherever is the shit.
i would have posted some photos but i had left my camera aside popcorn kernels and gum on the sticky theatre floor. wouldn’t you know. neither photos nor words however, could ever capture the magic of that lake; an untouched wonderland of mossy ornaments; timber for miles fallen and scraggely, new and all knowing, the water so perfect in temperature and color i had brief visions of “the blob” and jason voorhees coming to get my ass, coming to wake me from this surreal fantasyland. the only creatures to stop by were a pair of ducks and later a pair of geese.
the canoe story is a long one built from many years and many parts and is one in a handful of successes. a really beautiful work of wood and a vehicle for speed, agility and wet butts. we trolled the lake for dark waters or upcoming gusts of wind and at the right moment i would jump up and out to balance for the ride. faster, faster! come on wind, come on! i didn’t want to leave but i know i’ll be back to this little gem in the mountains.
and on the ride home we spotted really rare, wild azaleas that smelled like perfume fit only for goddess’. we drank out of a natural spring-so cold and delicious and sang “camptown lady sing your song do-da do-da” that song writer was from camptonville and he also wrote the star spangled banner! (amigo is full of facts-i know he gets tired of my hundred questions a day but, he humors me, thank god!)
so just picture your ideal secret hideaway with a gorgeous lake to swim in and lots of trees to hike around in, where you would take your loved one to get away from it all. that is gold lake and you better not tell all your friends.