As is often the case when summer finally rolls around, life gets to moving at a pace in which I feel more like I am falling from day to day – moment to moment – than living with any actual intention and direction. Don’t get me wrong, I love the fast pace, but that also doesn’t mean its not nice to stop for a moment and just sit in a boat in the middle of a lake. A spontaneous Saturday night camping kicked off an equally random Sunday spent kayaking and ambling through the hills and beyond. It was the perfect “break”. It really is amazing what some birds, buffalo and a little rain can do… fresh air never hurt anyone either.