Lake Wallenpaupak 1983.
A trip to the deep woods for the very first time.
Learning to waterski and committing to seeing squirrels, raccoons, and even a bear.
Quiet nights where the crickets and cicadas serenade to the sky.
Our family trip was there with close neighbors from up the street.
Pancakes from the griddle and warm melted ham and swiss cheese rolls with sweet butter mustard.
Cold lake and big sky.
Chess and ping pong.
A good box of memories brought out of thought.
Time doesn’t stand still, it moves fast.
Thinking of all of those we had fun with there in the mountains and are since gone all to soon.
I can still see them all smiling in the lake.