Looking toward the swimming area (or beach, as we called it) - if you click on the picture, you can see the white buoys in the water - that's where we used to swim (and where we swam a little later on!) On top of a rock, at the prettiest lake in the world!|
Eventually we headed back to the beach, and went for a swim. The water was so cold! We got in, and talked about swimming out to the buoys that marked off the swimming area. They looked pretty far off, and as kids, I remember it being a deal to swim all the way out there, but we surprised ourselves by zipping out to them pretty quickly. There used to be a really thick rope connecting the buoys but now it's a cable, which wasn't as easy to sit on, but we did manage to tightrope walk it from one buoy to the next.
Picture circa 1973. (I wondered where the big rock was, but the lake was higher than when we used to go, since we were there in early July and we didn't camp until sometime in August). Buoys in the background...
And in the "some things don't change" category, I still wore a shirt over my swimsuit to protect my shoulders from sunburning, only this time it was a rash guard instead of a cotton t-shirt. We had a blast and wished we'd brought some floaties like all the kids were using...next time. We finally got out of the water and laid under the shade to dry off - no current picture, but I can guarantee it was pretty much like this L to R: Me, Kathy, Mitch, Matt Pinecrest kids then... ...and now. Still the same, right?!
Then it was time for our frosty - just as good as I remembered Nothing like a twisty ice cream after a nice hike and swim!
And in the "it's a small world" category, a few minutes after these pictures were taken, a family came along to climb up as well...and it turned out that the father had coached Matt's oldest daughter in soccer a few years ago!
After that, we had one more destination - Split Rock. As we discovered that while we may have felt like 10-year-olds in our heads, our bodies were a little tired after a full, active day, so we drove to the upper campgrounds to find it. Some kids (hey! you kids! get offa my rock!!) had built a covering out of branches over the split part, and we discussed taking it apart, but we decided to let them have their own fun (the hooligans!) and left it.
Matt had to see if walking through the split would magically transform him back to a real 10-year-old, but it didn't happen. Real life, what's the deal?!?
It was a wonderful day - I loved revisiting a place that held so many good memories, and doing it with my childhood best friend. This was our home away from home for many years, and I discovered that you actually CAN go home again. Only at the end of the day, we were both walking a little on the creaky side...as kids, we would have crawled into our respective sleeping bags, slept hard, and woken up to do it all over again. As an adult, I was thankful for a soft bed and a rest day afterward!