The day begins with a playful trip to Trader Joe’s, where a cart’s uneven wheel sets the tone for the unpredictable adventure ahead. A bottle of Burn Dairy chocolate milk becomes the star a glass jar, thick with whole milk, its pop and pour a satisfying ritual. There’s something about that richness, that cold sweetness, that feels like a quiet nod to simpler pleasures. Even Hank, ever curious and loyal, waits nearby, tail wagging, ready for whatever comes next.
From there, the journey shifts to a walk through a cemetery with Hank at my side. It’s a first for me combining reflection with companionship, moving between rows of stones that mark lives once lived. There’s a certain stillness in the air, a quiet pause amidst the bustle of the day. But the destination calls. We’re headed to Fair Haven, where Lake Ontario waits with its vast horizon and icy breeze.
At the pier, the wind bites sharply, and the cold is unforgiving. But the view expansive, raw, and untouched is worth every shiver. The water stretches endlessly, mirroring the sky in a dance of light and motion. The pier becomes a place of pause, a moment to breathe, to take in the quiet splendor of nature’s reach. It’s not about conquering the distance; it’s about standing still and letting the view wash over you.
The day continues with canoe rides, laughter, and the playful chaos of guiding young paddlers across the water. As “Uncle Christopher,” I become a makeshift ferry driver, navigating the lake with kids whose excitement matches the waves beneath us. There’s a rhythm to the paddles, a syncopation of effort and giggles, as we chase deserted islands and dodge imagined dangers. The water laps against the canoe, the sky overhead a canvas of light. It’s not a race; it’s a memory in motion.
After the adventure on the water, the day winds down with the familiar comfort of s’mores around a campfire. The stick is long, the marshmallow perfectly toasted to a golden brown, the chocolate melting into the graham cracker’s crunch. One bite, and the simplicity of it all the fire’s warmth, the shared stories, the sweet mix of flavors becomes a reminder that some moments don’t need embellishment. They just need presence.
The Stoics remind us that life’s richness lies not in grand gestures but in the attention we give to each moment. “He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not but rejoices for those which he has,” Epictetus wrote. Today’s vlog is about that wisdom. About finding joy in the tug of a cart, the taste of chocolate milk, the chill of a lake breeze, the laughter of children in a canoe, and the quiet crackle of a campfire.
This vlog is for anyone who understands that adventure is not always found in distant landscapes or grand plans. Sometimes, it’s in the simple act of sharing a joke with a cousin, walking a dog through a cemetery, paddling toward a deserted island, or savoring a s’more under the stars. It’s a reminder that presence is a choice, and wonder can be found in the most unexpected corners of an ordinary day.
You are always welcome in this space.
Christopher
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