It's the middle of summer and all is green
the mosses are fat, the mergansers preen
I've braised chicken thighs about fifteen times
I've hiked on the weekends and banged up my knees,
indulged in fine pastries and slabs of French cheese
I've paddled the lake when the wind will allow
and sometimes stay up late to gaze at how
the midnight sun sets in a grandeur of gold
and the flowers bloom boldly without getting cold
you can't see the stars as it doesn't get dark
-- for a few weeks yet, anyway --
we'll dance and joke and party and lark
'til we get to closing day
It's been a rainy/overcast summer, but when we get a sunset it's usually pretty good.
shy damsels, I believe
camp spot, Grace Ridge
As the lake level rises (melting snow and glacier), the shoreline disappears and plants are submerged.
Carrot cake!
Luke atop blustery Grace Ridge
Tonsina Creek, Resurrection Bay
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