I was on the lake in the moonlight last night, and listening to Hiromi's "Time Travel," and decided to stand up again, on a whim, just like I had two years ago in Montana.  I was closer to shore this time, and the water was warmer, but it still felt special.  There's something about that song.  Then I had a fire on the beach, and the trees danced with the wind.

I paddled in the moonlight again tonight, and saw fireworks on three parts of the lake, including right behind me at our neighbor's!

I checked my journal, and two years ago was the night that I floated peacefully beneath the stars and smiling moon in a secluded cove in Glacier National Park, Montana, which will always be one of my favorite experiences of all time.

Vacation!