Bubbles reminded me of being a little kid in the local lake just sitting there, feeling the water, head just above the surface blowing little bubbles because blowing little bubbles is tingly, they make a heck of a lot more noise underwater than above and it just feels good and exciting.
Bubba is more than comfortable with subsurface bubbling. i’m told it’s a skill that just gets better and better with age so, i guess i’ll just have to go see if that’s true.
a little slice from today’s scouting walk,
this little lake looks tasty.
there’s some bigguns in there and I have a 22 pound personal best to beat to meet this summer’s challenge !
(another challenge will be figuring out this new iPhone ! this is my first post with it)
probably the last i’ll see of these before next november. it’s beautiful but good riddance…
i could hear them laughing at me…
from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s Tales of a Wayside Inn.
and all the other elements.
because it’s not all about water…
it’s a funny feeling,
ice doesn’t smell but i can smell it coming.
it’s just around the bend…