A Sojourn at the Lake

bags, blankets, and provisions for the road

collected at eight, sharp

dinner reservation · a proper send-off

menlo park to south lake tahoe

settle in, tea, and the quiet of the pines

no alarms before their time · we arrived late, after all

picked up on the way to the marina

we fly at 11:30 · 1000 feet above the glassy morning water

something easy, feet in the sand

the sun, the water, and nowhere to be

mastro’s deserves our best

dinner reservation · dress accordingly

along the shore, to end the evening properly

coffee and a lakeside breakfast, unhurried

four hours across the glass · the whole lake is ours

somewhere warm after the water

dry land, a nap, perhaps a hot tub

somewhere cozy in town

we’ll find a place · blankets, the lake, and the whole sky