Oh boy do I love water. Well, most water. Our vacation started with a trip to Saratoga Race Track, where I underwent the annual tradition of drinking nasty ass mineral water from the natural springs there. For some reason, the torture of one sip fades from year to year and I feel the need to try it every year. I remember the first time Spike drank it... I neglected to tell him that it tasted disgusting and before I knew it, he had taken a big gulp. The expression on his face was priceless. This year, he was willing to try it again, but the taste had not improved.
The real water I love is the water in Lake Champlain. I thought no one could love it more than I do but it turns out that Spike is part fish. That guy hardly got out of the lake the entire time we were there. Thank goodness Brother David was there to swim with him. I can't keep up with those guys! They snorkel, body surf, jump in the waves... you name it. We started and ended each day with a swim and would go in multiple times in between. Oh how I love that water.
I love the sound of the water. My aunt's camp has four bedrooms on the second floor and two are on the lake side. I always try to sleep in the room called "Goshen" because, not only is it tons of fun when Spike and I break the bed every year (don't be gross, not like that... it just falls off the frame), but also to hear the sound of the waves at night. The few days we were up there were really wavy and the water was just crashing on the shore. It's such a great sound to fall asleep to.
I also love looking at the water from the ferry. When Spike and I left Willsboro we had to cross Lake Champlain into Vermont to get back to Boston. The ferry is one of my favorite rides because the scenery is just so gorgeous. You have the Green Mountains of Vermont in front of you and then, once you get far enough out in the lake, the Adirondacks of New York behind you. I love watching the water crash against the ferry and I always keep an eye out for Champ (no sightings this year).
The real water I love is the water in Lake Champlain. I thought no one could love it more than I do but it turns out that Spike is part fish. That guy hardly got out of the lake the entire time we were there. Thank goodness Brother David was there to swim with him. I can't keep up with those guys! They snorkel, body surf, jump in the waves... you name it. We started and ended each day with a swim and would go in multiple times in between. Oh how I love that water.
I love the sound of the water. My aunt's camp has four bedrooms on the second floor and two are on the lake side. I always try to sleep in the room called "Goshen" because, not only is it tons of fun when Spike and I break the bed every year (don't be gross, not like that... it just falls off the frame), but also to hear the sound of the waves at night. The few days we were up there were really wavy and the water was just crashing on the shore. It's such a great sound to fall asleep to.
I also love looking at the water from the ferry. When Spike and I left Willsboro we had to cross Lake Champlain into Vermont to get back to Boston. The ferry is one of my favorite rides because the scenery is just so gorgeous. You have the Green Mountains of Vermont in front of you and then, once you get far enough out in the lake, the Adirondacks of New York behind you. I love watching the water crash against the ferry and I always keep an eye out for Champ (no sightings this year).
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