L = Lake

As a child and Lgrowing up, there was one place that was my absolute favourite place.  The lake. My aunt and uncle had a cottage and every summer the entire extended family would spend time up there, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nature. Some of the family weren’t big fans, but for as long as I can remember, the cottage was my favourite place to be.

So much in fact, that I always dreamed of having a cottage of my own, living on the edge of a secluded lake with steep wooded shores and an abundance of wildlife, coming and going.  My memories of canoeing with my aunt, learning to waterski with my uncle and cousins, marshmallows on the bonfire, cliff jumping, playing Mille Bornes and Monopoly when it rained, or just hanging out on the dock in the dark watching the stars, and once watching something burn up as it entered the atmosphere.

Now I admit, there were things about the lake that I didn’t like.  I didn’t like that grass and seaweed and other things would grab at my feet while I was swimming.  I HATED the fact that I couldn’t see what was under me in the water, and those dock spiders weren’t as cordial as they may initially seem….  But here I am. Almost 40 years old and I STILL want a cottage of my own.

Maybe one day, Jenny.  It’s definitely part of my retirement plan. There’ll be no living in the city once I’m done working!

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Learning to waterski at the cottage!

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Canoeing in my Outdoor Rec highschool program “Ventures North”

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I miss that Sesame Street towel! You’re never too old!

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I caught a fishy in Frontenac Provincial Park!

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Peaceful solitude at Lac La Pêche

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