...we thought they'd never end. My Father made a surf board (which is what we called it) out of a marine plywood material... quite fancy, actually. He was very much the athlete and acrobat and we would pull him around Blanchard island while he was standing on his head the whole while! He could also stand on his hands while walking down a flight of stairs.
I am ashamed to admit this, but one early summer morning several of us stole a Stop sign from Barnard Ridge Road in Meredith, and in the middle of the night we proceeded to nail it into the blinking buoy at Marker 52. We laughed ourselves silly the next day as we watched many boats creeping through the channel and actually coming to a halt at the stop sign.
That stop sign is long gone, but every time I drive by Barnard Ridge I think back to that night so many years ago.... with a little twinkle in my eye.