Kayaking

We spent another glorious Sierra day at and around Silver Lake, swimming, kayaking, hiking a little, skinny dipping into icy cold rivers and basking quickly in the intense sun.

I didn't get much time to wallow in my grief, burying my head in a book or enjoying a late night camp fire.

Nor did I engage much with others, even though several took pictures of my truck, hung about inviting conversation that I had to turn away from. My heart is broken. I have to pay attention to my heart.