The Heart of Life: Vacasheeown

I would really like to run away in the woods for a week or two. I may even take it as far as backpacking in Europe. I’ll just live with nature, maybe find a mountain cat and name him Simba. All I would need is an instrument (preferably a harmonica), a bag of rice, and a companion (if the world was set right). My spouse and I will make friends with the neighbors, Tarzan and Big Foot.

Now that would be paradise.

But for now, Bear Lake will do. Another great adventure in Cache County. We had the newly remodeled condo to ourselves! Doesn’t it look fantastic?

It kinda reminds me of Pivot Drive from Harry Potter.

This trip was a special one. Even though the weather didn’t dress for the occasion, it didn’t stop us from pulling out the wave runners. Sixty degrees, windy, and cloud to ground lightening: one marvelous recipe for adventure indeed!

This is what Bear Lake looks like when it’s 12 inches from full power. Beautiful if you ask me.

Bear Lake hasn't been this full in 15 years!

I had another tremendous adventure with my Dad--this one involving high speeds, sharp turns, and expert maneuvering. Now I know what you’re thinking, but this was cooler than chasing after uninvited house mice. Although that has happened more than once.

You see, because the Bear Lake water was colder than an Alaskan glacier lake, no one, not a soul or sail was on the lake. That of course, means no state patrol. No state patrol means no boundaries. So, on our way back to the marina, my Dad and I took the shoreline drive.

You can see the angry clouds.. It was cooooold. But it was beautiful.

We made our own obstacles with the reeds and vegetation near the shore, which is where the expert maneuvering comes in.. but most of the time it was more fun to drive straight through the middle of it all.

The water was like an untouched jello masterpiece. It was so magical. For that hour of no limits, I felt pretty free.

Me, my Dad, and a giant blue world.

One of the greatest parts of the excursion was chasing the geese. One of them was flying right over the lake as my Dad and I cruised right with it. We hit up to 47 miles per hour! Gee those birds fly faster than you think. I was so close I could've stroked its feathers with my toes. It was super neat.

Here are more picture of the great Bear Lake culture. What a fantastic day for adventure!

Unfortunately these puppies are for sale, six G’s and a local job in doors&hardware. Or best offer.

Just a thought:

If I were to try and describe my heart’s insides, it would compare to something like a lighthouse. Driving around in Garden City, the lighthouses are what stuck out to me. Not Pickleville, not the antique stores, not even the Bear Lake Monster.

It was the lighthouses.

Lighthouses stand out, they are different but they have a specific purpose. They are used to find the lost and give direction.

My heart isn’t as efficient but I would hope that it found someone someday. I would hope it provided direction and a sense of home for a lost soul.

I love lighthouses. It makes me think of the movie Pete’s Dragon and that little song she sings on top of the lighthouse.

Super cheesy, just how I remember it.

I loved watching that movie as a little one.

Anyway, so as the day wore on, it only got better. The drive home was gorgeous as ever. In fact, Sardine Canyon Drive is said to be the most beautiful in the country. It definitely has my vote.