beneath the surface

We went up north to a lake for a week and forgot our fishing poles.

Did you hear that? That was my father all the way in Kansas smacking his head at us. Unforgivable to him, I realize.

Anyway, we still invented our own fun at the dock by dangling very thin strips of string cheese into the water and laughing maniacally as the sunnies came up to nibble the cheese or our fingers. It entertained us each morning during the daily “feeding.”

We also discovered a very lovely sandbar in the middle of the lake, where the water was only knee high. It was here that we explored endlessly and found such a variety of snail shells, as seen above. I think I’ve mentioned before that screens are not allowed on my cabin vacations, and this lake provided entertainment aplenty.