Summer
I'll never forget the seemingly endless summer camping trips to the lake in the Mojave Desert. We started out early in the morning, just as the sun was peeking out from the horizon, wearily yet excitedly loading up the van with our luggage and camping supplies. Once we finished, we crawled into our seats, pillows and blankets in hand, ready for the long road trip ahead of us. We napped for some time, as Dad drove along the desolate two-lane highway to the lake. When we awoke, we played road games and talked anxiously about camping. Finally, we reached the marina. Here, we met up with the rest of the family. As the adults loaded our luggage into the boat and launched the boat into the water, we wandered around in the marina shops admiring all the little trinkets and scuba equipment. It took several trips back and forth to the site to get everyone's luggage, but the first ride was always the best. We pulled out from the marina and slowly proceeded along the glistening water until we passed the "NO WAKE" signs. After that, we skimmed across the water, bouncing over each wave, the mist whisking across our faces in search of the perfect campsite. Once we found our ideal site, we pulled in just far enough to jump out into the water and
This pattern of enchantment and merriment went on for maybe a week or two, but to us it lasted a lifetime. Similar to a lifetime, our trips, too, came to an end, that dreaded day when we had to pack up our things and bid farewell to the lake once more. We cherished the last boat ride into the marina, as it would be our last memory of the lake that would have to last us an entire year until we returned. The ride home was always a solemn one, as we knew we would have to return to everyday life, and leave behind the beautiful sunsets and the glistening lake. But worst of all, Kelly and I were forced to part. We were separated then only for short periods of time, maybe only weeks. But we were divided for years at a time when her family moved to Florida 5 years past. I felt like I had lost the most important thing in my life, my best friend. After she moved away, the annual summer camping trips to Mojave ceased forever. Never again did we meet at the marina, drive off into the lake and camp together. Never again did we float around or explore that same campsite, with the same wide eyes every year, or play the games we held onto so dearly. We were also growing older, so our summers seemed not so endless anymore, especially with the loss of one another. As school became more difficult, we found ourselves with less and less time for fun; we were growi
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