Thursday, July 10, 2008

Ten Days into a Month of Vacation

Getting set for a swing on the rope

Roughing up Ol' Lucky 

A juicy little Sunfish

Three Kings and a Cat


Ten days down, 20 more days to go. Vacations always seem to take forever to happen and seem to last but brief moments once they start. Days tick by like minutes and weeks just melt away. I guess most people in America take less than 10 days of vacation each year. How do most people survive? I'm taking a solid month off and I still feel rushed in my relaxation. My wife and I are currently staying at her parent's house which is perched on the shores of a pristine lake in Northern Indiana. I wake up each morning to the sounds of birds chirping and fall asleep each night to frogs croaking. Generally my day consists of a leisurely read of the news over coffee, a morning swim, more leisure time during which I fish or read, then an afternoon swim and bake in the sun or perhaps a drive through the countryside, and then once the late afternoon begins-the beers begin to flow and the fish start to bite. It's really a rough way to spend a couple of weeks...
Indiana is a beautiful place. My parents and my wife's parents live a dozen miles apart, both in rural Hoosier farm country, and driving between the two houses affords spectacular scenery. The country side is rolling farmland planted with corn, soybeans, and alfalfa. Everything is green and alive. Cows laze about the pastures during the midday heat and everything smells fresh and clean. Life is good in Indiana, especially during the summer, when you're living on a lake and don't have anything to do.

 
Enjoy the pictures. If I can pry myself off the dock, I might write more later...But don't hold your breath.