ahh… the Fourth of July. While droves of tourists are traveling miles to lounge by the lake, and throngs of lake locals are traveling miles to get outta town (many I know to the High Sierra Music Festival), I have decided to stick around. And there’s no better way to spend the weekend than with the wind—no plans, no need to go anywhere or do anything (except work on that never-ending timeline feature for TQ).
Today’s breeze blew me into the Allen family boat, all the way over to a cove on the East Shore. 7 friends and 2 chihuahuas (the non-yippy kind) = happy.