“Could we have a window table?”
The waitress looked around the restaurant and considered the options. “Sure, you may have the corner area.” She led the five of us to the edge of the room, we seated ourselves, and began taking in the view. It was early evening, and aboard the Dreamcatcher we had just crossed Lake Havasu, traveling out of Arizona into California. The ship docked at Havasu Landing Resort on the western shores of the lake in the beautiful Chemehuevi Valley, the home of the Chemehuevi Indian tribe.
Our meals were delicious, and we lingered long at the table. Clearly visible across the water was the city of Lake Havasu. We watched as the sun dipped, its angle lighting a window here and there, until at last the sunlight was gone, and the city was a veritable strip of colored lights. Our city–beautiful Lake Havasu.
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