I have been going up to "The Lake" since before I was born. My grandparents had a cottage in Meredith, and now my parents have a house there. I can remember going to my grandparents house with all my aunts and uncles and cousins being up there for the weekends. At that time there would usually be around 15-20 of us up there at a time. The kids would make sand castles on the beach, and swim, while the adults would be supervising from chairs. We would go to the Wiers by boat every Sunday for doughnuts and arcade games. The family unfortunately had to sell the house
, but then my parents bought another house there a few a few years later. Which started a whole new set of memories. Chasing wakes in my aluminum boat with a 25 hp Johnson, breakfast every Sunday morning at Chase's. Helping my Dad open the house in May just the two of us. We would putter around the house and then head out in the boat for the first cruises of the year. Floating on the Lake reading books and napping. Water skiing early in the morning. The first real date my wife went on was a day at the Lake. A dinner with my wife sitting on the end of the dock by candle light. As soon as I get off the highway and head toward Meredith my whole attitude changes. I can feel the relaxation grow inside me. I'm home!!