Thanks so much, my memory is beginning to come out of it's fog.
Bear Islander, I LOVED our trips to the mail boat. I remember my father falling into the lake during on of those trips.
But my most vivid memory was just sit on the big rock that was right next to the dock, letting the water splash up over my legs. It's strange the things you remember.
I'm still searching for a picture. I might have to take a trip to my mother's house.