Though I told her I came to pick her up (true enough), the honest-to-goodness real reason I went all that way was for one reason only:
To dive quickly and cleanly into the deep cool waters of the lake.
Standing on the edge of the rock, poised to dive, feeling the breeze, knowing the water awaits....that's one of my favourite things in the world. That slight fear of how cold the water might be. The knowledge that you are going in regardless. The freedom of the leap, as if diving into the unknown. It's like a metaphor: the known and the unknown, the seen and the unseen.
So I picked up my daughter, visited with the family, enjoyed a campfire, wrote poetry. And mostly reveled in the moment of standing between two worlds.
Or just enjoy the view...