Door County, Wisconsin
August 9, 2012 § 12 Comments
I am drawn by the water. It stretches far away and it is fresh.
Suddenly having a boat seems the most desirable thing in the world. I imagine living on one. I imagine loving it. I remember the book A Severe Mercy and the boat The Gray Goose, and consider what a wonderful thing it sounds, a life of sailing everywhere and reading out in the open water and knowing the wind and many shorelines.
On the Door County peninsula, between the little towns full of quaint shops and local artists, we find the beaches. This is where we most want to be.
It’s about the blues of the sky, the pale sand, the smooth gray stones, the green of mosses. It’s about swimming and hiking and scrambling.
It’s about sleeping on the sand, and scattering sand particles in your tent as you change into dry clothes. It’s about smelling like the lake, and the campfire. It’s about s’mores and late night coffee.
It’s about all these things, and then, it’s about us.