Tracing summers
Monday, August 10, 2015
I can trace each summer back to its swimming hole:
- Twelve Mile Lake, across from the marina
- weed-and-leech filled Six Mile Lake
- the lake outside of the motel we stayed in somewhere between Vancouver and Calgary
- Lake Tanamakoon and the smaller lakes I never learned the names of in Algonquin Park
- a quiet bay on Lake Manatouwabing
- a deep Nebraskan quarry
- a tiny finger of an inlet of the Gatineau River
- a wide lake on the Quebec of Ottawa
- an isolated lake near Bancroft that was also the swimming hole for a family of black bears
- a waterfall in Newfoundland
- another lake in Haliburton where the fish swam right up to the dock
- And this year, the Gatineau River again, but this time from the rocky beach near the poison ivy and the sailing club.
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