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Adding Kayaks to the List
When I was a teenager, I loved to go canoeing. We would head out on Beaver Dam Lake as soon as the spring sun warmed the air and work on our tans. It became a ritual for the eight of us each year.At Girl Scout Camp Blackhawk, canoeing was a major activity, and I loved every moment. We spent hours learning how to paddle correctly and steer accurately. Time passed, and after I moved away from home, I never had the chance to continue canoeing or to try kayaking.
When I returned to Wisconsin in 2014, kayaking had become a popular sport in town. There was a rental spot at Waterworks Park and a launching area that made getting in and out of a kayak simple. My sister and I would pass it often on our daily walks and always said, “One day we’ll try it.” But we never did.
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Sandy’s Dream
Serendipity – A very broad definition of serendipity is “fate,” “destiny,” or “predestination”. It’s the idea that certain things are meant to happen to you.It was a lifelong dream, that of owning a cottage. I was dreaming of a cottage, or in other words, a shack in the woods on Lake Michigan.
Our family usually went tent camping in the Northern part of Wisconsin. We eventually frequented the area known as Door County. There we started camping at the Jellystone Park. This was a family campground geared to the kids, which was a good fit for us at that time. Then, when the children got older, we started camping at the Penninsula State Park. We owned a furniture store at this time and found it more convenient to rent a cabin on the Labor Day Weekends. There was one area that called to me. This was the South Michigan Drive area. It was rather rugged, right on the water, in the woods, and everything I always thought of as a dream area for a cottage that we could afford.
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Sunrise Snooze, Moonlit Views
I dislike getting up in the morning just as much as I dislike calling it a day and going to bed.Today, let’s talk about sunrises. It’s not a topic I’m very familiar with because, truth be told, I’m rarely awake early enough to witness one. If I ever did make the supreme effort to rise before dawn, I can already imagine what would happen—I’d step outside, ready to be awed by a breathtaking display of colors, only to find a sky filled with thick clouds and drizzle. The sun, like me, would have decided to sleep in.