Memories of the lake--I could go on forever
One of my favorite:
I have the lake in my blood --it could be from spending the last two weeks of August every year at a rented camp (Spookie Spot) during my growing up years in Alton Bay.(My family rented it but it became the hang out for all our friends from everywhere near and far including the owners grandchildren). We had so much fun there that I could tell you so many funny stories.
Everyday we would get up at the crack of dawn and go waterskiing (the water was like glass and the steam would be coming out of the lake giving it an eerie feeling--always had to bring sweatshirts to keep warm after your turn)
Then breakfast time: always pancakes ,waffles,sausage which of course is made from scratch with real maple surup.
Then the crowds came--from everywhere.
Now it was water fight time- these water fights were the best. Noone was safe inside or out.There was just as much water inside as there was out side. It is amazing we didn't get thrown out but of course the landlords grandchildren were in on it too so they were just as guilty as us
The dog bowl was the worse to get hit with--all that doggie spit. What is funny is the dog would run around with a bucket in her mouth with water in it.
Once everyone was wet it was time for the raft fights. Again it is amazing someone didn't get killed. I must say they were rough on the body- splinters were in every part of your body. What was fun was being able to grab that person who you secretly had a crush on(the next door neighbor Eddie--man--) and be able to do it as part of the game.
We would swim; raft fight ;ski; etc for the rest of the day
Then it was time to take the boat down the bay to the rollerskating place. Not everone fit so some went by car but we did kind of fill the boat up. We always had a grand time there .Got to one of the regulars and knew the owners very well too. .
Once we were done with skating at 11pm it was time to go back to camp for some more raft fights in the dark. Those were the best-so dark and scarey.
It was always so quite on the lake until we started. People would yell at us from across the bay to tell us to shut up. Boy do voices carry over the water.
Now it is time for all to leave -with all their bruises,blisters and splinters -until the next day.
Now into the PJ's and sit out on the deck listening to the water lapping aginst the boathouse and the beach. Listening to boats going up or down the bay and only seeing the red or green bow lights. I love those two sounds--water lapping and a sole boat make its way home. (NOt one of those noisey baots though)
Oh if only I could get those days back.
winnilakegirl
Sorry so long