I escaped to a small, private lake earlier this month.
It was the first weekend that we -finally- had warm weather.
I glamped in a 1970s camper surrounded by trees.
I had a couple of campfires. I forgot to bring marshmallows.
I admired the deep blue sky at night as the full moon rose.
I stared at the scenery. I took a couple of naps and finished a book.
I walked along the trails.
A statue of Buddha contemplates the tall grass. In another area, a collection of similar statues presides over a simple labyrinth.
A couple of boats were available, if I was so inclined. I am not.
But staring at that serene lake?
Or gently resting in the arms of a swing seat hung from a tall tree?
Definitely for me.
You can stay in this beautiful spot, too. It’s affordable – even for one person – and convenient to Grand Rapids if you’re interested in city lights.
But for me, a quiet escape to the lake was perfect.
