Her father was the most athletic of the family. His swimming perfected by annual summer visits. He was proud to have achieved traversing the lake’s width.
She could hear him whistling tunes of old in preparation for fishing outings. He would unchain a wooden rowboat at the shore.
Stepping over new plant growth, she mounted the hill. A dwelling awaited her entry.
Someone was due to join her, to assess the cottage and the property it stood on.