For several summers a bunch of families would go up to a place called Bon Echo in Canada. There was a lake bordered on one side by a huge 375 ft cliff, complete with ancient indian handprints and paintings along the water's edge, a couple very steep trails up the face of it, and lots of wild yummy blueberries on the top (which we brought back to mom for pancakes!!).
The Wooley's boat took waterskiiers constantly. Group campfires, smores, sing-alongs. Dar Anderson and a couple other lucky swimmers/skiiers found a leech bed (yuck). One year there were thousands of black beetles everywhere.
The chipmunks at the campsite were practically domesticated (and some squirrels decided to build a home on top of the station wagon air filter- dad was not pleased), and we named this one (mom would remember) and watched him shuttle all kinds of goodies that we handed out.
I was ten. Good times.













