The 4th Entry

 For those who have difficulty reading cursive, I've provided a clear, printed version below.

Another day at Lake Winona and I’m starting to feel like I’m losing my mind. I decided to bring a heavier line this time just in case I hooked into something big. After setting up, I took a moment to enjoy the scenery. The sun was glinting off the water and the sound of birds filled the air. It was peaceful, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was lurking just beneath the surface. I cast my line into the same spot and waited. For a while, it was quiet, but then I felt a solid tug. My heart raced, but it turned out to be nothing more than a snag on some old debris. It’s frustrating. I want to believe there’s something out there, but self-doubt keeps creeping in. I’ll be back tomorrow hoping for something more.

    This entry captures my grandfather’s battle between belief and doubt. He prepared for something big, taking in the lake’s beauty while feeling the weight of the unknown beneath the surface. When a tug on his line turned out to be debris, his frustration was palpable. Even so, he refused to give up. His determination to return, despite his doubts, shows how deeply this mystery consumed him. Maybe he wasn’t just searching the lake—maybe he was searching for proof of something greater.