Logbook: September 1st, 2015.
We rented a boat today.
We took it out on a lake, and cut across the crystalline surface. Sunlight shattered through the water as we did the same. Decrying the windshield, I stood and steered the craft with the wind flowing around my body. I had no want of scenery; mountains stood all around us. Beautiful cabins were perched on the rim of the lake, and people walked and rode bikes next to its banks.
I turned us and rode the swells of our own wake, eventually just cruising through figure-eights. Occasionally we would shut off the engine and just float.
I love boats. Being that close to such vast bodies of water, and yet able to cut around on the surface gives me a feeling I cannot express. We can try this, though. Picture these sensations: rocky green mountains, sunlight streaming through the calm waves, the sputtering sound of a small fishing boat chopping over the water, the love of your life smiling at you from the bow, sweet mountain air rushing past you. All encapsulated in precious seconds that nobody but me can ever truly know. I will cherish it all.