Our weary bodies gently fell into bed and slumbered for a much needed 10 hours as the insects chirped outside our window. We were held blissfully captive in Sleep's arms until the morning sun woke us through the cabin windows around 10:00am on Friday. Joe, Cindy, and Anna had long been awake but generously let us slumber to catch up on sleep after the 2 1/2 hours of sleep we had the night before.
In the light of day, I took in the spectacular surroundings of the quiet lake community with hot coffee in my hands.. breathing it all in from the wraparound deck and enjoying the silent peace of the lake. After breakfast, we suited up for a road ride with Joe and Anna to stretch out the legs and enjoy their little piece of heaven.
The ride was beautiful. Every twisting turn lead to another, every climb gave way to a rewarding decent, and the landscape was peppered with old barns and farmhouses that had been well loved and maintained for decades. We were 32 miles in and an hour from the cabin when a gentle rain began to fall on our warm skin. Joe checked the radar and reached for our phones, quickly putting them into a zip lock bag.. "We're gonna get wet".
The welcome drops quickly turned on us as a heavy downpour rolled in and thunder rumbled off in the distance. Lightning moved in over our heads, exploding violently as the thunder shook the air around us. I was honestly terrified, hanging precariously on the edge of panic and full meltdown as the pouring rain washed the tears from my face. With two climbs separating us from the cabin, we had to ride straight into the storm to find our shelter. I lost my cool as we made our final climb and the lightning seemed to crash along side of us, but Jay stayed with me every foot of the way.
It moved past us as we made the final mile up the gravel road to the cabin and I finally took a much need breath to recover. Jay and I shared a soggy hug as I regained my composure, grateful to have made it back to the cabin. We all separated to get warm and dry and were quickly warmed by Joe's presence in the kitchen as he prepared some hot food to set us all up for comfort for the rest of the day. With a tasty beer and my favorite pens, I took some time to catch up on my journalling as the rain dripped off the porch roof.
Joe took us out on the neighbor's golf cart to give us a tour of the lake and the community, sharing with us the long history of the families that built the cabins that surrounded us. Decades of family legacies stretched out around the lake, roots spread out over the rocks that the foundations were built on and continued to give life to the stories that came to life at the table at night. Great food, warm company, and shared laughter closed out the night and we crept off to bed to prepare for the next phase of our road trip... Singlespeeds...shenanigans...beer... and debauchery. What better way to recover before the shit-show was about to begin.
Enjoying a lil home away from home,
Kristy Kreme
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