“Push ‘er in!” I hollered to my dad.

My dad pushed ‘er in.

You see, the “‘er” I’m talking about is none other than my kayak; the boat I bought about two weeks back. You can check out the first time I was on my kayak here. If you haven’t read it, you might want to.

My dad and I had found an excellent lake behind a Kroger and a department store. It was a bit murky and was the color of brown. Having lately been dealing with dog-generated stuff, I kept on assuring myself that it was the dirt that had been sliding off the dirt banks (because they were replanting it presumably with better grass).

Previously, we had came and investigated from another point of view. There had been a long island in the middle of the lake. It was really quite interesting.

Well, today it would be even more interesting, because I was going to ride my kayak on the lake!

Now on the lake, I pushed myself and rowed.

There were very interesting trees that had leaves that drooped down straight into the water. Small twigs held the leaves. Rowing underneath them were fun. I went under until I was under a gap.

From here, I was shielded from the rest of the world, it seemed. The sun shone lightly through, like a small pagoda. On the border of this little hideaway, leaves and twigs drooped down like a curtain.

After spending a while under it, thinking of all the beautiful things on Earth (I’m very emotional), I got out from under the natural refuge.

You have to imagine a oblong lake with a island in the middle. I am on the right side of the island and lake (that is a long side). On the edge of land on the right side of the lake, a very nice apartment center is there.

For the apartments, there are two fountains on the lake and a covered viewpoint protruded outward from land.

I went by the fountains. If you asked me, the fountains sounded like somebody spitting; like a volcano exploding cool lake water. It wasn’t exactly relaxing, but it was better than nothing.

I moved on.

It’s became obvious that I had reached the other side of the lake. I looked around, but did not find anything interesting.

I began going down the other side back towards my dad and the car.

Along the way, I kept on looking for little trees that I particularly liked to go under, as I explained earlier. I thought those were very fun.

Near the other end of the island where it ended, I saw another tree that dipped down onto the water. I decided to go under it.

When I decided to come out, I rowed to where my dad was. He asked me if I wanted to take another little short trip. I replied that I would, and did so. The other trip was ending much too fast for me, but it was terribly tiring.

So came the end of our wonderful little trip to the lake.

My dad told me that we would be coming back to this lake often, but not as often as our local lake. The reason for this was because first of all, our local lake was obviously more close. The second reason was the fact that our local lake was maintained better.

I can’t exactly blame the city, because our lake is a private lake. Besides, the city was working on the lake, and soon it would be better. But the color was not able to be ignored.

I couldn’t wait until the next time we went kayaking.