Some days when they were not working, they would go to the spillway and watch the water as it slipped from the lake to the river below. Jack would often daydream about braving that slope in a sailboat and the chance to journey down the river to adventures in the sea beyond.
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Noblett Lake lies in the Mark Twain National Forest in southern Missouri. As a kid, my family sometimes picnicked and hiked there on weekend outings. I remember often standing near the dam and watching the water run over the brown wall to the river below. I loved it. It felt ancient to me, like the ruins of the Ozarks, and somehow the presence of ruins opened to the imagining of so many other possible adventures.
I like the quiet beholding that Jack and Sebastian are in the midst of here. Those moments are some of my favorite in life, when seeing something beautiful and solemn wakes something interior and brings with it a sense of wonder that we are here at all.
