Daily Journal
June 9
I went to work this morning. As I crossed the bridge rain started to fall. Rain was not something I could work in. my gaze turned to the lake. The lake glistened like a mirror; the flat water was disturbed only with the passage of a lonely boat fishing beside the bridge. I had to go to my boat, I had the wakeboards and some snacks. Captain Rob has a learn to wakeboard trip on Friday. I went past my Read more…