We packed up camp and headed down the road a few miles for some time at White Pines Lake. Unlike the Stanislaus River, where most of our hanging out has been, the water is rather comfortable and the beach is hot and sandy.
After a bit of open-water swimming with the gang, I sit on shore surveying the amount of bug bites and bruise on my body. I’m so relaxed here and would be happy not to ever leave this spot. I do a little reading, a bit of writing, and enjoy the sound of families enjoying togetherness.
This, I think, is what it’s all about.