“Say Mooselookmeguntic 3 times fast,” I said to my 12-year old son.
“Come on, it’s 6 o’clock in the morning. Give me a break.”
They looked out over the lake, high up on what is called the Height of Land. To my son, it was like a scene in the movie where they show what heaven looks like. I had never seen him this speechless. It looked like his mind was taking pictures at 1000 frames per second.
“You didn’t want to get up this morning.”
My son shrugged his shoulders.
“Told you it was going to be worth it.”
He looked up at me and paused. Then he looked back out over the serene lake.