Lake Days were a must in my childhood. Something we had quite frequently on the summer weekends and summer breaks. Me and my siblings or friends would take boat rides for tubing, several fishing trips occurred, and swimming days full of joy.
Me and my husband take a trip here and there to the lake near by us just to get away or enjoy the outdoors. I prefer to relax in a floaty on top of the water or sit alongside the bank or in the shallow waters while on the other hand my husband loves to go swimming and tube down the rapids of the spill way creek from the Dam.
No matter the type of days spent on or at the lake they always ended with me feeling at peace and calm minded.
Like a previous post last month relating to Mothers Day I figured I would create a post connecting to Fathers Day and what better way then with fishing.
Growing up I was pretty close to my dad, considering I was a tomboy who liked camping, hunting, fishing, making it to where I was able to spend time with him due to enjoying the outdoor activities he did. Now even though we spent these times together we were not much on talking. Not in depth serious type talks involving emotions and things likes that instead it was just about this outdoorsy stuff or him and his work buddies about work, which was fine with me at the time, but there is one fishing trip I will not forget. My granny, who was my stepmoms mother, passed away when I was in the 9th grade. She had been fighting cancer for quite some time beating it once, but it ended up coming back. The last few months were the toughest for everyone and after the funeral when it was time to go back to school I was finishing getting ready by putting my backpack on when my dad knocked on my bedroom door and had asked if I wanted to go fishing. Just me and him. He did not let my brother tag along this time or say anything about it being a school day just asked if I wanted to go, so I did. The whole 20-30 min. ride to the lake we sat in quite. Even while unloading the boat and making sure all was okay barely a word or two was spoken. That morning out on the lake was the most calm I had ever seen the water. Barely any ripples from wind, barely any bird noises. The sun had just reached up above the tree line over the shoreline houses. It was chilly and no fish biting at all. No hit on the line once that I remember, but the fishing was not what it was about, I know that. With both of us at separate ends of the boat in silence I found it easier to work out my thoughts and let go of feelings across the water. I did not have to talk or did not need any comfort, just the calming serenity the lake brought. On the way home finally dad asked if I was okay, I simply replied yes while asking him back, in turn he smiled a yes too. Then dropped me off at school late and that was it.
Unknowingly dads fishing trip to the lake was what I needed whether it was him too that needed it as well.
I want to ask, does the lake bring you serenity as well?
If not, is there something else or some other place that helps you through things?
If you do not have a place like the lake to me I hope you find one.
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