Wendy and the kids and I stroll around Battle Ground Lake. It is so pretty that only cliches come to mind when trying to describe it. (Breath-taking, being the leading contender.) We are enjoying life.
The lake is clear and cold. It is a cloudless day, and the sky is a solid blue. It is late afternoon, and it is just on the cold side of a warm day. My kind of weather. The lake is surrounded by a dense Washingtonian forest. Moss-covered boughs and bowed trunks make the walk around the lake interesting and entertaining. The kids scramble over and around the trees as we stroll contentedly behind.
As we have a thousand times before, we beam in quiet satisfaction at each other. We feel blessed.
Isaac asks if he can go climb on a downed tree that forms a walkway into the lake’s cool shallows. We assent and off he goes. Isabelle is at the age that where Isaac goes and what Isaac does, there goes and does she. So she follows him down the path.
Wendy goes with them, because, hey, it looks like fun balancing on the tree. I stay behind. The happy father watching his beautiful family (IMHO).
“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” A scream in three part harmony.
Isaac is screaming, Isabelle is wailing, and Wendy is shouting.
Then all three are running. They run up the hill at me. I am confused. As they get closer, I notice small dark objects hovering around them. They arrive at my feet, and I finally realize that they are under attack.
Take the time to watch this video (let it load a bit first)! Don't Angie and Anthony look totally at home in a snow plow?