If you were to paint the view, you would use up most of the blue in the paint set. The blues of the water - navy blue, ocean blue, black, or even green and brown. The blues up above - the obvious sky blue, baby blue, cerulean (what IS that?), the purplish blue grays before the storm. The shaded blues of the mountains in the distance. Then a bit of green for the trees and a couple dabs of white and gray for the clouds. A tiny dab of black for the loons that suddenly appear, black heads visible for a couple seconds, minutes if you're lucky, then they bob back under, out of sight. In the sleepy middle of the night dreamland, their calls drift in through the open windows. Owls? Loons? Both sound other-worldly. The lake has many moods. Calm, contemplative, quite mornings. Bright, boat filled, sun baking mid-days. Lethargic, long light, end of the day sunsets.
I do so love all of these blues. I am thankful that my parents favored this type of vacation experience over the Disneyland or touristy boardwalk scene and I am grateful that I am able to share this special place with my daughter. Canoes instead of cotton candy. Loons instead of lines of people. These lake days. They make me happy.