Childhood memories are filled with my time spent at camp. A small cottage nestled along a rocky dirt road that leads families to their home away from home. Their place of solace. My place of solace. Daytime is spent cruising along the shore by boat or jet ski, as you zig-zag through the water speckled with fishing boats, usually ending up at the swimming hole or the sandbar. Looking over the edge of your watercraft you can see straight to the bottom of the river. It is clean. It is comforting. It is my happy place.
We celebrated our wedding reception in the lawn. A vast white tent covered sweaty bodies dancing the night away. Friends and family...food and drinks plentifully filling bellies while laughter, music and love filled the night air. Magical. The moments are burned in my mind, to tell my children the tale of our wedding one day.
Time passes and life changes, but the river is always there to remind me of the simple life. To remind me of the days when we ran barefoot across the lush grass, over the dock and propelled ourselves into the cool water that seemed to wash our cares away. Pot-luck barbecues and fireworks, family-friends, picnic tables, sunbathing, fishing, swimming, boating and bonfires. A place that I hope to share with my children, so that they too can have a place to be carefree and create memories that will last their lifetime.
The mighty St. Lawrence River-my home away from home.
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