After
we signed in, we drove around the corner… and there it was. That long narrow
strip of land that cut across the ponds. I gazed at the beauty of nature’s
openness as we crossed the bridge. The vast majority of the camp sites were on
the other side of the pond, but we found their secret spot that very few knew
about. On this strip of land, the whole length of it on one side is a beach;
so, we used it as our boat launch. We put all our camping supplies into the
boat, drove underneath the bridge, and sped off down one of the ponds. At
around a mile out, we came to a stop at a secluded ‘island’ (it looked like an island,
but technically it wasn’t). We stopped the boat on a little beach and tied it
up to a tree. The island was raised about six to seven feet; so, there was a
steep incline until level land. There were tree roots that acted as stairs,
which made things easier to carry up our load.
After everything got set up, I
would just sit in the sun and take in the beauty surrounding me. Trees bordered
the island to offer us a little privacy. Mountains were in the background over
every angle you looked at. The pond beautifully reflected the trees and
mountains before it. It was also an amazing place to fish. At night, the sky
was always so clear. We would often have a huge bonfire as we sat beneath the
stars, reminiscing about old times. The frogs would sing us to sleep and the
loons would gently wake us in the morning. There is nowhere in the world I
would rather be then spending the summer here with the people I love.
Sounds pretty, sounds quiet, sounds relaxing--if the writer can convey all that, she's done well.
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