The 4th of July weekend was the first time I got to go to our family’s lake place in Priest Lake not only since we have been back in town, but probably for 1-1/2 years. I was soo needing some lake time, some nature time. Connor was really happy to be at the lake to swim, too, but the water was freezing, so there wasn’t too much swimming happening. We spent our time on top of the water, in the boat or kayaks, or next to the water, lounging on the dock and hiking. After arriving, the smells were the first things I recognized and they immediately brought back memories, especially those of my childhood there.
The smell of warm leather seats of the boat, the smell of worn canvas of the inner-tubes, the smell of dusty life jackets that haven’t been worn in years, the smell of sunblock, and the smell of rubber booeys that have been baking in the sun.
The smell of dewey grasses, leaves, and branches in the morning, the musty dirt, and all of those fresh-yet-old smells of the forest.
It’s so curious how smells can take us back in time so quickly. I react most to smells, but also sounds. The sounds at the lake are numerous: the rushing water through the dam, the chirping birds, the muffled laughter of neighboring children, and the gurgling motors of the boats passing by. So many sounds, yet still the lake is peaceful and quiet.
I hope you all had a safe, happy, and patriotic 4th of July!