A couple of weekends ago, some friends invited us to their property in Nevada City. We drove up Friday night and stayed through Saturday. I had been feeling soul-sucked and shallow, and for this one night, and the day following, I felt more alive than I had in a number of weeks. We were there for less than 24 hours, but I came back feeling like I’d been on a week-long vacation. Friday night, I was surrounded by good friends, good food, games, and a campfire, all in the middle of a truly epic pine forest. I fell asleep to the sound of an acoustic guitar and the less structured song of the river.
Saturday, we tried out . . . The Waterslide. The Waterslide gets capital letters, see, because it’s not just “a waterslide”. It’s . . . The Waterslide. Covered in slick vinyl, you get on and slide down, inevitably faster than you’d meant to, until you hit the bump at the end, which flings you into The Water. The Water also gets capital letters, because it was FIFTY-SIX DEGREES. Sliding and swimming, laughing and splashing, kids and dogs and pancakes and sunshine.
Sometimes, a little slice of heaven sneaks up on you when you least expected it. You smile and you breathe deep and you wonder how you ever got so lucky. This was one of those times.