a one-daycation

At some point last week I saw a forecast that had Saturday's high hitting somewhere close to 80. Eighty. Summertime weather. So I dreamed up a plan to head to Lake City for the day with the family. I told Rory about my idea with plenty of heads up time.

Which is actually probably worth writing about. I have figured out one major difference between how Rory and I operate. I love spontaneity and surprises. But Rory's definition of spontaneity involves days of foreknowledge to get himself prepared for the spontaneous event. Now, this could totally bother me and I might see us as incompatible. But this trip to Lake City was such a huge victory for me because I worked within both of our personalities: I planned a lot further out for Rory's sake and he enthusiastically participated in a day trip that involved as much driving as actual time at the destination for my sake. And it was great. We brought good music, I packed an awesome picnic, we got to sit by a huge body of water that I adore and we ended the day with ice cream cones. We were home by two, in time for the whole family to take a nap before hitting the list of things Rory wanted to do with his Saturday: mowing, cleaning the garage, prepping another burn pile... 

It was an awesome day, and mostly because we were so aware of what the other needed and wanted and saw to it that it all happened. 

I love Lake Superior, but it is a haul up there from where we live. Lake City is my second favorite, because it's doable in a day. And with the water, the tourist feel, the antique shops and ice cream cones it somehow feels like a mini-vacation all wrapped up in half a day.