Lakes and Boats and Rocks and Such...
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Forty-five years ago, my Grandpa bought a quaint cabin in Pinecrest, and every summer he brought his wife and 5 kids up there. For a month straight, they would march, military style, around that lake, up the mountains, through the creeks, and along the shore, nearly every day. It's a modest lake, not quite big enough for watersports, unless you count taking your motor boat out to the middle of the lake, casting a reel, and waiting for a fish to bite as you feel a sigh escape you as you sink into total relaxation and freedom. It's a beautiful 3 hour hike around the lake though, and the end plants you right at the harbor complete with a fully equipped snack booth for all your cravings.
The tradition continued to my generation, as my parents brought my brother and I up there every summer. As dusk crept up, we'd pile kindle and wood near the fire pit to roast marshmallows, and wait for the first "Eeellllllmmerrrr!" to be heard from the woods. Legend has it, there was a boy camping with his family one year. Like all parents do, his told him not to wander off. Bet you know what happens next...yep-he did anyway. And got lost, never to be seen again. Still to this day, his name is called out throughout the campgrounds and cabins, in hopes that he'll one day hear and come back safe. Of course, this is all just tradition, but fun nonetheless.