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On my way out west to Lake Waramaug, I sit with my 

goofy husband who is driving our middle-aged minivan to 

one of my favorite destinations in the world. My mouth 

waters as I deeply inhale the rich aroma of the coffee 

swishing around in my mug which is warming my fingers. 

The weak heat from the sun's newly born rays is fighting 

with cool rush of air from the air conditioning my 

husband insists on blasting at full speed. I can't help 

but to chuckle as I listen to the off-key singing from my 

three children as they croon along with the latest pop 

song. As I get dizzy from the multi-colored cars 

whizzing past me, I wonder what kind of adventures we 

will have this weekend out west at Lake Waramaug.

Out West at Lake Waramaug I am a careful 

kayaker. The wind brushes my face and swirls my 

hair around into my eyes. My stomach muscles 

begin to ache as I carefully balance myself in this 

long, plastic boat. One wrong move and I will tip 

over and drench myself! As I slowly paddle along, I 

listen to the nature sounds all around me. I 

especially am enamored with the mournful cries 

from the lonely loon, searching for its mate. As I 

smell the delicious aroma of burgers on a distant 

grill, I am reminded that I must return home soon, 

before the sun settles down for the night.

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