I have spent summers on the shores of Lake Ninevah for the last thirty years or so, working at Saltash Mountain Camp. There are some of my favorite Lake Ninevah memories:
- Lying in bed and listening to the frogs, the crickets, the loons, and the occasional owl.
- Going out on the dock at night to look up at the incredible array of stars.
- Watching kids get comfortable with lake swimming.
- Walking through the woods and catching a glimpse of the sparkling lake.
- Watching summer storms approach from across the lake. Feeling a blast of wind, then watching the rain getting closer and closer as the sky gets darker.
- Seeing (and hearing) an eagle for the first time.
- Gliding into the marsh in a canoe and noticing that a great blue heron is at the water’s edge, giving me the eye.
- Those peachy pink purple sunsets we get from time to time.
- The familiar profile of Saltash Mountain looming in the distance.
- My favorite memory of Lake Ninevah is taking my mother for a canoe ride with my father on her seventieth birthday. She said it was one of her best birthdays.