Sampler: Across the Lake by Nancy LiPetri
March 30, 2020
She stepped to the surf’s edge, let foam wash over her toes as she watched the rising glow spread streaks of pale yellow and sweet pink across the water’s horizon.
In this sequel to The Wooded Path, the character you least expect to return is back, experiencing lake life a whole new way.
She’s pushing boundaries. Not worried about fitting in. And she can’t believe what she discovers.
The second book in the Lake To Coast Series, it reveals more secrets in the close-knit community on Lake Norman and also takes readers through Spanish moss and salt spray to the famed Outer Banks of North Carolina.
Will Kat find what she’s looking for, on Ocracoke Island?
Sampler: Across the Lake
“Yes! We’re in time,” he said, stopping where the beach began sloping toward the surf. He pulled her down to the ground before he let go of her hand. She crouched, watched him sprawl on his stomach and point the camera across the beach surface. At shells? They were still in loose sand, but close to where it became firm and wet with the tide. That’s when she saw they were not alone. Little black eyes on stalks popped up just inches in front of her. Then she saw some dark sand being flung from a hole about the diameter of a beach umbrella pole. The more she looked, the more crabs she saw.
“Oh my god, there are hundreds.” She couldn’t believe the numbers. “Are they fiddler crabs?”
“Close. They’re called ghost crabs. See how they’re sort of translucent.” He had removed the lens cap and was focusing the camera at the little crustaceans, clicking away. Every direction she peered over the beach surface, pairs of eyes on silly stalks popped up and down, bits of sand flew out of holes, and light color crabs skittled sideways on their spiny legs, disappearing into holes as quickly as they popped up. Another and another, some small as a quarter, others as wide as your palm. They were comical and magical. Matthew’s childlike enthusiasm was contagious as he focused and re-focused the camera, his cap falling off, down his back. Kat caught herself giggling.
And then there was the sunrise. She stepped to the surf’s edge, let foam wash over her toes as she watched the rising glow spread streaks of pale yellow and sweet pink across the water’s horizon. She couldn’t look away, didn’t want to miss a moment of the change as the sun emerged as a rosy sliver on the ocean’s purple crest, then slowly ascended, becoming round and golden behind a milky screen of thin clouds. It had been so long, years, since she had seen anything like it. That had been at the Pacific. A sunset. And she had never, ever seen a sunrise on an ocean.
This is indeed a subtler beauty on the east coast, she decided. Dunes and grasses and flat expanses as opposed to the dramatic rocky cliffs she had seen in California. Lucky to get to compare the two.
Matthew was now standing beside her, photographing the sunrise. Then he stepped back. “Turn, just a bit,” he directed her. She held her poof of hair back, closed her eyes and smiled into the warming dawn.
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