Loch Lomond in Santa Cruz
The perfect, relaxing day for the Fourth of July...now that I had finally arrived! Sunburned and donning Damon's white button-down shirt that was two sizes too big for me, I buried myself in the back seat of Galen's car with a large bowl of salad on my lap and headed out for the day ahead. Needless to say, our carpool took the road less traveled because we we finally made it, after an hour on Highway 9, following sketchy signs to the lake. Apparently, there was a quicker way =)
The lake was gorgeous, the food was abundant and the company was superb. I met Damon's sister from New York, and her Steampunk-inspired boyfriend, Noam. I enjoyed a light-hearted conversation with family friends, Ryan and Leise. Damon taught me more about his new lifestyle, what he calls "primal" and walked barefoot with me on a trail that hugged the lake. I spent some time alone with Galen, while we stuffed mushrooms and chucks of raw meat on shish-kabob sticks. And that evening, Tammy and I were chauffeured around the lake on a paddle-boat by our boyfriends.
For all the hours spent in my oven-cooker of a car, dehydrated, hungry, tired and sweaty, I was instantly removed from the worries and troubles of life and taken over by a sense of serene pleasure that comes only when we stop and relax once in a while.
I hope to I spend many more afternoons at Lake Lomond with Damon.
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