Moon Lake Memories
We took our infant daughter to Moon Lake for our first family vacation last summer. It had been a long year, with lots of stress at work and the joy and exhaustion of a newborn. My wife, Sonia, and I needed a few days to stare at water. When we walked into the house, I turned my phone off. Two days later, I finally felt my adrenaline run out.
The wide trunks of old-growth cypresses line the banks of this oxbow off the Mississippi River, twenty-odd miles north of where I grew up in Clarksdale. Rickety piers and naked pilings—the skeletons of families and summers lost even to memory now—follow the lake’s curves. Every night we’re here, we head to our reserved corner
