Tonight, we walked out on the peninsula where a willow tree grows horizontally, and stretches its limbs out over the lake. It’s got that kind of twisted wood that tells a story, if you can make your way out over the water to sit on a branch and let your heart be quiet.
We climbed 121 steps to the top of Judson Tower. We wandered down a trail until we realized we were lost. So we retraced our steps and made it back, just in time for dinner.
Green Lake is the deepest lake in Wisconsin. Years ago, I spent a week with my sister when she was living in Mexico. There, I learned profundo is the Spanish word for deep. Lost here on a trail, somewhere beside this deep, deep lake, I believe the wind speaks deep, like fire.