The Sweet Spot

During our travels in the Lakes District we hopped around, camping each night at a different lake. There was one however, that outshone the rest. The campsite was ideal--there were shady spots to hang the hammock, our own private beach to lounge on, and a lake that was the perfect temperature for swimming. We came out of the lake pretty much only to eat, read, and nap. It made for a very relaxing few days. The only problem occurred when I realized the necklace Brett always wears was missing. It was a handmade gift from our friends in Hawaii, Eldred and Ancelyn, so it has a lot of sentimental value. Tara and I decided to go on a quest to find goggles in the tiny little town nearby and start searching for the necklace on the bottom of the lake. Growing up in the Midwest, I was used to lakes that are murky and mucky and where you're lucky if you can see your hand in front of your face. I felt certain that since this lake was so clear, we would find the necklace if we just looked long enough. But alas, after much searching, it was given up for lost. I did include a photo of Tara in the very stylish goggles, though. They have since been retired to the Halloween costume box.

The Sweet Spot also came with a little stray kitty that we managed to tame with some warm milk and late night cans of tuna. McFriskers, as our camp mascot became affectionately known, almost found himself traveling back to Santiago to make a new life in our apartment. We figured this beach bum kitty would be terribly upset with us if we moved him into an apartment in the city, so he's still roaming the beaches, searching for sucker Gringo tourists like us who feed him whatever he wants.