The sun shone brightly, staining every surface with a golden hue. Camera in hand, That Guy and I set off on an adventure. An adventure to ice, open water, mud, cat-tails, and sunshine. Our shoes became wet in this spring like weather, neither of us properly footed for our adventures. my moccasins quickly became cold, and his cowboy boots wet. Who cares though, right? on that day our footwear defined our personalities.
The reservoir was bright blue, the sun reflecting off of the large portion of water where it had melted the ice. We sat on the dock, taking photos, laughing, and talking. The fuzzes from battered cat-tail reeds hung in the air, stuck to our jeans, shirts and hair, floating down, finally settling on the dock. The sky was blue, vibrant yet soft like that "Old Ford" blue colour, without a single cloud.
We continued in search of adventure "Eenie-Meeny-Miny-Moe-ing" our lefts and rights until we finally decided on Max Lake.
Max Lake has a beautiful pine tree forest. The tree tall, the earth below them dark and moist. Moss covers every surface, and the trees seem to just keep going. walking in there is like walking in to some sort of dark fairy tale. Its incredible. My imagination runs wild in there, and if I was alone the result would be me curling into a ball and waiting for the darkness to disappear, but when one is not alone, you see the beauty within. In my mind, there are trolls, and lightning bugs, wolves, and one unicorn. Its the most beautiful place for miles around.
I love birthdays.
. . .and adventures. Especially with That Guy.