Lake Fausse Point

pronounced...Foss-y.
I was wrong (I'll admit it!), all these years. It's French, you know? Shouldn't it be a silent 'e'? I stand by 'Foss'.

It's obviously an awesomely beautiful spot...we had a great time. We got there mid-morning, only to find out our cabin wasn't yet ready. They told us to check back in an hour...then another hour...and then a half hour...and then 15 minutes...and then ANOTHER 15 minutes. All this waiting wouldn't have been so bad if they had just said we had to wait until 3, but continually getting your hopes up and then having them shot to the ground everytime...well, it's just sad. But, it was a beautitful day, and we enjoyed sitting around outside and trying not to complain. Plus, once we finally got into the cabin the food tasted SO much better, since we were all half-starved by then...

I went for a run on the trails. Me, who says she hates trail-running...I loved it. It didn't hurt my calves or knees and I had a great time pretending I was some magic-warrior running through the woods (thanks for that imagery, Jill!)...

For dinner, my dad cooked an awesome meal on the grill. (My 'vegetarian' sister ate a hamburger! That's how good it was; she just couldn't resist!) Then, we had Hanukkah (presents from Aunt Lydia--thanks!), and ate s'mores on the relit grill/campfire.

After dinner, we all just sat around and talked. We had brought games, but we were all too full to put enough energy towards picking one out. It was nice to just talk...it doesn't happen often enough. I mean, we all talk a lot, but we're distracted by all the modern conveniences...cell phones, internet, even TV and movies. Last night, there was NONE of that. We had to entertain ourselves. I had a wonderful time.

Now, just a couple more days left in the heavenly south. I know they say 'You can't come home again', but it's pretty damn tempting to try. I know I have my own life in Cleveland and I would come to miss it, but for now it's just so nice to be here...and I can't help but wish some things were different and I had the capability of moving where ever I desired. I think I would move to Austin. Or maybe New Orleans.

But alas...I'm a musician and I have to be where the music is. I'm not going to make any cracks about it not being anywhere...it's there...I just have to find it, and [for now] I don't think the south is the answer, however much I wish it were. Choices. We all make 'em. It's nice to have the ability to do so.