My son, Shane, and I went to the lake last Saturday. We’d worked around the yard and made a dump run and afternoon arrived, warm and sunny, one of those early May days that sings musically like a beckoning Angel of Summer, announcing what is to come. I told him “let’s go to the lake, dude, we can kayak and fish.” He seemed to dig the idea too, my fisher boy, my dump run co-pilot. The late afternoon was just gorgeous - sunny, calm, the water unusually warm for early May, the fish waiting our offerings – my big yellow spinnerbait and his big floppy nightcrawlers purchased from the little Twin Lakes Village store. I casted from the kayak after paddling across the lake and Shane worked his from the dock. Upper Twin Lakes was quiet, a few bass boats out, most weekenders were still weekending in their Spokane and Coeur D’Alene yards. Lawnmowers and weedeaters. Mulch and fertilizer — TUBOB/The Unbearable Bobness of Being.
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